Lights haven’t looked like this Since I was in my teens Messing around with my hood rat friends *** and amphetamines
I took a handful of Blue Dolphins That were thirteen bucks a pop If we bought ‘em in bulk, I guess As we did more often than not
Or maybe a few of the triple stacks Red something-or-others, I think They didn’t work on me this time around ‘Cause I threw ‘em up in the sink
Now I am in my thirties And my scripts **** with my brain I know I am speeding my ***** off But at least I feel like old times again
Drugs are bad, m’kay? The best explanation for what they do is that drugs aren’t “bad,” they’re awesome. They’re so awesome that they become all you want to do, and you’ll then do anything to obtain them. You’ll sell your belongings, your body, everything, because you want to feel good again. It isn’t the drugs themselves; it’s what they do to you and make you do for them.