Lyrics
so I was thinking, what should I do this evening?
I could puff a f*** in blunt, I could go out drinking
but I'm already drunk and my trunks full of weed and
I reek like skunk, and the phone keeps ringin
[WHAT?]- oh, it's Mr. Christopha Walkin callin
talkin bout he's comin down now to solve all
my problems - and bout how he's bringin a volume
of speed so strong, it'd prolly make me think I've gone and
f*** in vanished and managed to land on a planet
where every man is seen speaking scrambled spanish and,
where every damn PIECE of my sanity's damaged,
with EACH and every milligram, fillin my hand up
well, damn it, I couldn't plan it better myself
I told him: roll the f*** over, get to spreading the wealth,
I shrugged my shoulders, stood up to steady myself
hung the phone up then went to go, get ready for hell
cuz yo dog, when I really wanna have a ball,
I just pop a little motherf*** in adderall
by mouth until I'm bouncing around the walls
up and down all the halls, all about to fall
f*** it - dip to the mall and I'm scaring people
get so high, I'll buy shirts from American Eagle
why? I'm not really sure, but I swear it's the evil
chemical mixture, that's apparently seeped through
the brain tissue in control of my deep view
on issues involvin sh** people would tease you
on. if they only knew I was rockin these see-through
tops with these boots, they'd probably geek, dude
it really doesn't matter cuz I'm really f*** in madder
than any hatter, on addy, I'll shatter ya, matter-of-fact
I'm a tad bit badder, it's sad, I better get outta
here I don't hear the little pitter-patter of ya chitter-chatter
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you might not think I'm high
but you can't see my eyes
it's like a dream tonight
I might just die, I see the lights
something's wrong with me,
[what?], I'm always called a "freak"
cuz all I do is hit the bong all week
this weed is all I need
you might not think I'm high
but you can't see my eyes
it's like a dream tonight
I might just die, I see the lights
somethings wrong with me
[what?] I'm always called a "freak"
cuz all I do is pop this speed
this adderall is all I need
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we're delirious, we experience physical symptoms
that were never meant to give us intentions
to continue binging on perilous chemicals
with visuals so clear, they're appearing in digital
staring at a mirror, thought I was invisible
I popped shrooms like a motherf*** in inner-tube
stop movin, talk to, the bottom of my tennis shoes
walk into the girls locker room of a middle school
yell, "breast inspector, who's chests need braaaa's?"
chicks lookin distressed, beggin me to stop
two minutes or less, I'm arrested by three cops
that's the last time I ever listened to my reeboks
so please watch, as we pop, the top to these pills
empty em and drop the bottle off for re-fills
at a different pharmacy, and we still
can hardly keep 'em longer than a week, and we kill
so many dexedrine and ritalin, it's evident we're getting it
in quantaties so large, it's hard to fit it in
the apartment we're chillin in, a larger shipment is
always with-in arms reach, of the seat yer sitting in
and sniffin all of it, would be a feat for Eminem
we sell it on the streets and we keep the dividends
do speed, so it seems, the peak will never end
I haven't been to sleep for a week, I'm living in
a tree-fort with a teen whore and a mean score
of weed, spores and assorted LSD, tore
up from the floor up, and I know I need more
ut, for right now I'm talkin slower than Eeyore
I rock pockets, fulla hash and caps with sockets
smashed through em, to take gravity bong hits
so massive, after you have it, you black out
fall down or pass out, now, everybody gather round
i love my adderall