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[inhaling] My last time gettin' high |
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[Verse 1:] |
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Fallin' in love ain't no joke |
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Some praise dope like the Catholic praise the pope |
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I'm looking at my life thrugh the hour glass |
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How much longer in this world will I last |
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Boostin' basein' one of the cops chasin' |
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Big time I be facin' in need of a vacation |
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Got hooked in a year, never kicked the habit |
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First day on the streets i still had to have it (body and soul) |
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Back on the scene a full fleded fiend |
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Pull a scheme and get high by all means |
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A quarter spoon a day is my medicene |
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I ain't never had a high that was better than |
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When I'm nodding drifting in my own zone |
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I wanna be left all alone |
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Some front like they high, but they ain't high |
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The ultimate high is when you die |
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[Hook:] |
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Please tell me why. I'm hooked on this dope. |
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It's got me feeling out of control |
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I can't deny (no no) that I need help |
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It's taking over my body and soul body and soul |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Being addicted to this dope makes me wonder |
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Will it be another dose that'll take me under |
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Or another dope fiend with the same habit |
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Puttin' a knife in my back like a street savage |
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And the road that I travel is a dark route |
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From one stop to another then the jail house |
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It seems that I'm waiting on my day to pass |
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Methodul is what I'm on no I can't last (body and soul) |
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As I withdraw dripped with sweat to make it through the night |
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But trying to kick this freakin' habit is a strong fight |
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I seen my girl overdose it's been 3 days |
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Impuleses convulses send me in a daze |
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I can hear 2Pac tellin' me to be strong |
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But my nigga got stoned and left us out here alone |
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I know I gots to quit before my future unfolds |
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This shit got the best of my body and soul |
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[Hook] |
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"Picture your dreams on a triple beam" |
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"Don't underestimate the power of the bitches" |
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[Verse 3:] |
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I'm lost and turned out, do anything for a fix |
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Dying slow and can't seem to kick the habit |
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Shot up so much dope I can't fing a good vein |
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But when I ain't high my whole bodys in pain |
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So everyday I'm searching for that dogs food |
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A lost sould in the ghetto like a whirlpool |
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In a shack with 5 other dope fiends |
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Who got tracks damn near lower than a Soul Train |
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And it's a shame cause all it took was one hit |
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Straight to the vein now they got a nigga losin' it |
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A true hustler having money turned junky |
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I wanna stop but they say I can't shake the monkey |
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Off my back, I even tried to go cold turkey |
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But all it did was make me fiend more and mentally hurt me |
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Quickly running out of time I got to watch the clock |
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So on McDownly Street caught up in Gridlock'd |
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[Hook x2] |