paroles de chanson NINE HELLS - Backxwash

Sometimes the morphine ain't good enough
Ridin' round on a coke binge in a super cup
Hat's off to the dope fiend on Jupiter
I was tryin' to be low-key and do it once

I feel like these my friends
If I had to stop here, I wouldn't feel like this again
Nobody cares for me but they do
My friends faces so blurry in clear view
It tastes bitter, on the plain paper
Another dose for the gravediggers, I lay witcha
Eight swishes, cocaine's a great pickup
Pace pickups (sniff, sniff), I'm made, nigga

And I wondеr if this feeling's euphoria
Or if these pеople know me or do I need their support?
Ecstasy makes me thirsty
I'm drinkin' water and gnawin' 'em
I know they bad for me, but I just keep on ignorin' it

I am sittin' on a cloud
I got smoke comin' out from my seat, and
I can play basketball with the moon
Got the world at my feet, and
Try to get another gram in my hand
Feel the cold in my feet, and
I am sittin' on a cloud
I got smoke comin' out from my seat, and

One day it's over, realize that you're lonely
Sobered up with no homies, and now you're stuck on your only
Kinda rough, your memory fuzzin' up from the molly
Life is dumb, your enemies huddle up in a slow creep

Paranoia gets you, do you trust your shadows?
You get the panic attack, you feel manic in fact
Maybe you should have a Xanax, relax
Rammin' it back, it's just like an addict and that, uh
That's the taste of the happiness in the bottle
The sound of the gun is soundin' great as I swallow
The weekly smile on my face is lettin' me know
I shoulda felt bad about this a second ago

I am sittin' on a cloud
I got smoke comin' out from my seat, and
I can play basketball with the moon
Got the world at my feet, and
Try to get another gram in my hand
Feel the cold in my feet, and
I am sittin' on a cloud
I got smoke comin' out from my seat, and

Yeah! Fuck me up!
Yeah! Fuck me up!
Yeah! Fuck me up!
Yeah! Fuck me up!