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chorus:
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What type of drugs do you do?
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and what do you do to get your hands on your shit mothafucka huh??!!
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what kind of dirty tricks you do to get yourself fixed?
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you're all sick; is it lack of love? or lack of your withdrawal?
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Drugs!! i need femine venoms in the system
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in order to function in the rhythm
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you get hook to the look of wild vomen
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and wanna live in the land of the unforgiven
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habits turn bad ones
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individuals make 'em poison rituals
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gotta have it a have it, a habit
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welcome your traces of an addict
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God forgive me for my bad habits,
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drug addict needle in my vein, i gotta have it
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to kill the pain, you silly rabbit
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i dig a hole under the sun to hide from the static
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automatic pressure got to kill it
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give some act-rite juice so i could feel it
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ah, now everything is all right
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the eye of the needle cries out to the dark side
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looking inside through the outdoor knocking
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but society won't let me in so i grab my stocking
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put over my head and get the dough
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'cause the needle is my God and smack is my soul
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parahernaila in my domain brings conclusion
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that i'm using but the question is, am i abusing
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infested in the residence of pico union
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drug intrusion, color fusion
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invasion! of your senses maintain relapse
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dilate eye lenses, my dependence on these chemical artifical dreams
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is what makes my habit obscene
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chorus:
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What type of drugs do you do?
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and what do you do to get your hands on your shit mothafucka huh??!!
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what kind of dirty tricks you do to get yourself fixed?
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you're all sick; is it lack of love? or lack of your withdrawal?
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Drugs!! i need femine venoms in the system
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in order to function in the rhythm
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Tinted like the darkest shadows, my mind is cloudly subliminal
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commands will penetrate then i get rowdy conditions
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drowsy, the sedative brings negative enemies
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i slump down and stay ahead of me
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powerful like metamphetamines my state is altered
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this here's no lie hydroponic, chronic
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got you feeling all erotic aphrodisiac, who's got it?
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alvarado maniacs risk poison time buying dimes
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when you got the fix get in the mix
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there's no denving drug's the only factor
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got me in the rapture making an addict out of you
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and proceed to capture you mind
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you're mine, choke hold to your whole skull, substance uncontrolled
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who holds straight keys to locks and unlocks key holes
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the structure of my trip is unstoppable
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i'm 50 hits of the dot all powerful
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we go deranged and remain living the last days in the haze of purple micro
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i remember when i was a high school star
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had the proom queen, scholarship, brand new car
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it's funny, you never know who your friends are
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'til you lose all your sensibilities to the act-rite
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but i'm all wrong; no wonder my family
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don't wanna have nothing to do with me
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humiliation, neglect, no respect
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the concept of rehabilitation has been swept
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i wish i was clean a far fetched dream
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but what other way am i going to blow of my steam
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heaven's all in this bottle of juice making me feel high
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making me feel loose, get nowhere turn to no one
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trust me, i don't even trust myself
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Confessions Of A Drug Addict
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The Psycho Realm |