I wont lie little homey, they opened up doors for me.
Still hoping there's a moral to that story.
I think about all the time dedicated
to getting inebriated we did it just for the sake of it.
Your family physician is a dope man.
That new prescription got you open.
Came a long way from visions of spirits.
Now we getting lifted of the cough syrups.
I saw up-close how fucked up coke was,
so I was always too neurotic for powdered narcotics.
But I'm a pot head, functional alcoholic.
I don't binge though, I understand the logic.
I like hash but that shits always hidden
and I never seen Peyote here in my jurisdiction.
Never used a needle but I know about the sweats
cause I'm addicted to coffee, cigarettes and probably sex.
Ecstasy is too damn strong for me.
And the intensity last to long for me
Plus I figure I don't need any buzz
to make me any more needy than I already was.
And to be real I don't trust them pills
somebody mobile home laboratory up in the hills,
or maybe bikers in the basement dirty and nervous,
trying to measure out the right amount of laundry detergent.
to bend your perception
for a few seconds.
Actually is like a half day
gave away a deal that you made to do nothing but play and pray.
"Please dear God, don't want to vomit again.
I promise for now on I'll stick to marijuana plants.
Mushrooms and me will not be friends,
until the next time that Nate shows up with tops and stems."
Gobble them. Yum? Nope, taste like shit.
But you'll forget about that once they kick.
And for me, acid was the same trip.
Until the part come where you wonder what it's made with.
Think about it. You're so high sitting there,
thinking about thinking about it so high sitting there.
Strychnine sick vision impaired
found the meaning of existing of the floor of your kitchen
I'm not going to tell you that you better not do it,
Just master your high and try not to abuse it.
Stay away from me if your life's getting stupid,
and please stop pretending that it makes better music.
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