i got forty eight hands, roll one up, the fiend slave//
roach clipped that weaved purp haze, my personal clean slate//
get hooked for life with no release date//
crave weed laced, crate and sign and leave yo teen days behind//
these thugs that hesitate to crunch on cubes.. lose//
im halfway through, bagged in the lunch room, i love mushrooms//
get fucked soon, i execute vacuum dust//
drill percs too, pop a few till my liver flukes with rust//
i got kicked out the dorm room,//
mom and dad “we love you..” left me to the city, no body with me, (FUCK YOU)//
hacked my arm so crips would kill me
dr. classified, hungry for substance, when i ocd these dust bunnies in clusters//
plug and play, streets lack gutters to wake up my leak brothers//
if yous wonder, i never felt myself in anyway//
till dissociate syrup my state encouraged my brain cells to play//
i, in seconds, separate//
in moments generate//
cranium waves that congregate
coffin nails below the earths tatonic plates//
ima tryna levitate
im outta my skin, traded my mental functions//
for cough suppressors for breakfast lunch and all them nerve bundles//
these pets are my lovers, they my one and onlys//
and till the day i die.. these chemicals my blood homies//
get faced, kids
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