Mollies, oxys, x-tasy
Overheated, out cold, home alone and lonely
I crush it, snort it, get what I can
Increase the dose, slap my face, so I can drive my van.
I need more...
Addys, Tylers, where is the man?
My supply is low, I feel to puke in the can
White powder, white skin, dark circles on my face
You only live once, how long can I keep this pace?
I crush it, I snort it, get what I can
Increasing my use, what's the use, I'll just use sand
Where am I now, where is this place, am I in heaven?
Unlikely, little chance since I 've been banned
I crush beans into paste, oh what a waste
I could be crushing stones while hearing you moan
I no longer care what happens to my backside
So I keep crushing my mind with titanium dioxide.
Can you help?
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