Sometimes the morphine ain't good enough
Riding round on a coke binge in a super cup
Hat's off to the dope fiend on Jupiter
I was trying to be lowkey and do it once
I feel like these my friends
If I had to stop here, I wouldn't feel like this again
Nobody cares for me but they do
My friends faces so blurry in clear view
It tastes bitter, on the plain paper
Another dose for the gravediggaz I lay witcha
8 swishes, cocaine's a great pickup
Pace pickups (sniff sniff) I'm made nigga
And I wonder if this feeling's euphoria
Or if these people know me or do I need their support?
Ecstasy makes me thirsty
I'm drinking water and gnawing ‘em
I know they bad for me but I just keep on ignoring it
I am sittin' on a cloud
I got smoke coming out from my seat, and
I can play basketball with the moon
Got the world at my feet, and
Try to get another gram in my hand
Feel the cold in my feet, and
I am sittin' on a cloud
I got smoke coming out from my seat, and
One day it's over, realize that you're lonely
Sobered up with no homies, and now you're stuck on your only
Kinda rough, your memory fuzzing up from the molly
Life is dumb, your enemies huddle up in a slow creep
Paranoia gets you, do you trust your shadows?
You get the panic attack, you feel manic in fact
Maybe you should have a Xanax, relax
Ramming it back, it's just like an addict and that, uh
That's the taste of the happiness in the bottle
The sound of the gun is sounding great as I swallow
The weekly smile on my face is letting me know
I shoulda felt bad about this a second ago
I am sittin' on a cloud
I got smoke coming out from my seat, and
I can play basketball with the moon
Got the world at my feet, and
Try to get another gram in my hand
Feel the cold in my feet, and
I am sittin' on a cloud
I got smoke coming out from my seat, and
Yeahhhh, fuck me up
Yeahhhh, fuck me up
Yeahhhh, fuck me up
Yeahhhh, fuck me up
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