Your drugs come in a plastic baggie inhaled through your nose,
I inhale the scent of your skin looking at you i froze,
My parents warned me about you, a bad boy with good lips,
Overdosing on your mystery your mind concealed like a solar eclipse,
Puffing on a beneficial herb that makes you sleep at night,
Who'd of known i could become high from you; a tragically damaged delight.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC
Your drugs come in a plastic baggie inhaled through your nose,
I inhale the scent of your skin looking at you i froze,
My parents warned me about you, a bad boy with good lips,
Overdosing on your mystery your mind concealed like a solar eclipse,
Puffing on a beneficial herb that makes you sleep at night,
Who'd of known i could become high from you; a tragically damaged delight.
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