LittLe White PiLLs

Ease your pain-that wasnt close to reality Lately I've been poppin to prove mortality Morality in the lyrics is a falsified testament So I came up with this as a second vent And I'm feelin a little buzz-but nothin really Not like them fools blazin that laced philly Silly bastards don't even know what they doin shit rolled in dust-I felt it when they blew-in Me-i'ma stay safe with these acidic laxatives Downed with some accompanied additives Big red in the cup now I'm swirling out Throwin up and I'm gurgling out Askin for a hit of somethin to ease the stress Someone to get a bucket and clean the mess A rag to clean my chest and a new pair of shoes F*ck it-get me some prostitutes and booze Pop one and two I'm feeling a buzz Pop three and five-everyones my cuz Throwback a few bottles yea I'm faced Yo I think these prostitutes shit was laced Pop one and two I'm feeling a buzz Pop three and five-everyones my cuz Throwback a few bottles yea I'm faced Yo I think these prostitutes shit was laced Now I'm stumbling down the street in socks Cant see straight-these corner cats offerin rocks Dippin in my wallet-pullin shit out they ankle It seems they gettin at me from every angle I'm blackin out cant really function Gravity pullin me into a downward suction And I'm just going with what I'm feeling As soon as I started fallin-I was touchin the ceiling With a gang of niggas hollerin for me to spit But I'm over the limit and cant think of shit Cant remember one line and just lookin for a high Hangin out this fifth floor window-I wanna fly But my ankles tied with a pair of hands They plantin their feet in some grungy vans Sayin don't do it-youre just trippin out I'ma kick em and I'll be flippin out Pop one and two I'm feeling a buzz Pop three and five-everyones my cuz Throwback a few bottles yea I'm faced Yo I think these prostitutes shit was laced Pop one and two I'm feeling a buzz Pop three and five-everyones my cuz Throwback a few bottles yea I'm faced Yo I think these prostitutes shit was laced That sorry bastard got help and pulled me in Now I'm spewing in the corner zipped pants peein I'm in socks covered in puke blood and piss Some big red a couple dissolved pills-whats this Some chicks numbers and a few AnR faxes It looked scribbled-all I could read was taxes Back-owed-I don't really care at the moment I use to be drug free-but now i'ma condone-it Cuz u goofy clowns aint listenin anyways So i'ma join the party and split my days Twelve hours of sleep and twelve popped I'll sleep on the streets just to get em copped Cuz I'm shakin like a diabetic when I need a fix F*ck my homies tellin me I sound like shit in the mix I'm just tryin to live-we only got one life right Let me hit this shit-if I need it-I'll die tonight