作词 : Gracy Mawa Kilekama
 作曲 : Gracy Mawa Kilekama/Anthony Coupé/Daniel Malet/Tony Lecorne/Benjamin Benamou
I need drugs... oxy....
Counting.. more oxy.. gen...
I need drugs,
I need drugs....
Baby, what's your motivation?
You're older than a nigga, you'll be acting up a teen,
Shit I've been trying all my life just to keep you clean,
But here we are, in the middle of the night, no watcher, we still make a scene,
I would rather have you all sleepy,
Cause you had a long day not because you are tripping off a drug,
What is it now? It is money or my love?
Or my passion? Or your anger? Or your trust?
You's an addict, you're addicted to life...
(And I just wish I was more like you...)
Cook that dope, cook that dope,
Make me dream, sell me hope,
Get me out, make me go...
(And I just wish I was)
No cook that dope.... * sobbing
Make me high.....
Cook that dope, cook that dope,
(Wake me up, and) make me dream, sell me hope,
(Get me started) if I stop, just tell me *gunshot*.
Like a bullet in the back of my head, this life ate me...
And the guy before you you're seeing, that shit ain't me...
I need...
Story #1: The guy took his own life.