CAS - Drugs Don't Work (CHRILL Mix) | Текст песни

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• Drugs Don't Work (CHRILL Mix)

Pretty puke puddle that i'm lyin in
Phone alarms going off, fuck it though im lyin in
I'm wire thin, i dont know why i aint dieting
Maybe its this vicodin that strung me out like a violin
Think Simon doubt me tryin buy a thing
Its mad i used to look down at him for piping up and firing
Talking to my self not recognising who'se replyin
Im becoming so much like the clients i've been supplyin
Fuck this sentimental shite im mental and i get mutive like
I pop a pill and then spike this bitch and fuck her till she aint walkin right
My buzz dont last for half a night my comedown is too hard to fight
Euphoria she leaves with my endorphins
And im forced to keep endorsing this extortionate emotional support
Even though i know i'll never get the same high as before
I just keep shoveling this shit up till my nostrills get sore and sy picks me off the floor
And yeah...

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

Skunk cannabis about half a cancer stick
Rolled up in a juicy blunt slow burner candle stick
Im with uncle mix , cocaine and a couple chicks
Iphone 4 a couple pics, couple lines of a couple tits
But my life's shit drugs seem like the quickest fix
Temporary escape from the estates and all the fucking pricks
Thats why im in such a rush to take the first hit or first sip
MJ burnt up my throat fucking roach burnt up my lip
And it wears off but i feel like im worst off
Looking out on london bridge thinking about throwing my self off
Nah thats off , there's better ways i can fell thats rough
I got loads of gear in my loft, i got loads of pills i can scoff
Is it smirnoff? The reason i look like a goth
Fuck knows but i tell you what there's blood coming out when i cough
Spent most of my life in the dark chasing the light like a moth
Eventually the light will turn off...

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

Scent that the party is over
Im not looking over my shoulder
Lucy pulls me closer, fuck it im bored lets go lets costa
Sick of all the boasters
Loads of niggas sniffing out frankie cocozza thinking they la cosa nostra
So much talk of toasters, gold roleys and roadsters
Hoes make sex tapes and then become role models on shows and posters (Slags)
Its clear the end is night, the mayans they said sosa
Fuck it just take me now, im done lets wrap it up like a samosa
Consultant says we're running out of things to try
The recessionall? aint working right, its only fucking up my inside
As a document of my decline the famous line just springs to mind
That drugs dont work they make you worse, every type and everykind
Neither one's designed to help you fight it seems so shite
And all the side effects they leave you with no life and no respite no end in sight
These cunts they dont know what its like
Ask my boy Charlie he'll tell you straight real talk no hype
Like... (Big up Charlie Williams)