Drugs

Cocaine makes you fly
Marijuana makes you high
Heroin drags you low
Acid makes you flow

Ecstacy fills my head
Meth fills my veins
Think you had a nice life before?
It'll never be the same

Dirty, gritty, sour as the sun
When life catches up to you
You better fucking run

No one's gonna give you mercy
When you're under a gun
You feel light-headed
Your body weighs a ton

You sway through the crowd
You can say it outloud
Everyone already knows
What you blow up your nose.