paroles de chanson Doctorshopping - Mathas

This song is dedicated to the Hungry Spot. R.I.P.

I watched this kid the other day with his face melting off
Porridge in his politics, cozy in his socks
So many downers he's asleep in his pizza
Peterin' awake to passed out with each piece
And the cheese dripping off the ketamine scrunch
With his eyes sunk heavy in their bunks
Imaginary weight lullin' him down, heavy as the nevermind
Everyone has come to crown in our tippin' lifetime
Path-find, half-arsed, half mind ticking over
Last laugh comes when the pleasure dome cracks
Etiquettes slacks coal black in the turbines
Wind power couldn't blow this kid to his feet
So nature takes a back seat to endorphins
Pumpin' so rapidly this cat still gurns while he's snoring
Looks at me laughin' like I'm law enforcement
Like I don't understand why being high's important?

It ain't new, kiddo, don't pretend you're the biz
When I was that wasted I didn't know shit
I ain't being arrogant, some of us have to go
Through a chemical phase to outer the blues
But it ain't new, kiddo, don't pretend you're the biz
When I was that wasted I didn't know shit
That's all I'm saying, that's all I'm saying

Going doctorshoppin' so often it's odd to be off 'em
Clockin' on boffins of toxins offered for profit, make your speech lag
Pharmaceuticals built for farm animals
Into the k-hole we go, bro, stay close
Post your status to a cable car
Headed to the same destination, information graveyard
We blaze vacant, haze makeshift, painstakin'
Delayed greyness, empty void gazes
Animal injectin', runnin' with the stallions
Passed out on barstools, inanimate database
Cosy as the pillow talk followin' the drop
And the bliss on the ventricles when pill seal pop
I'll admit to myself I still really wanna be him
Stardom 'til the last stage callin' "carpe diem"
Dude's data's on some C++ when I see him
Always hungry on that coke crust lust I'd pay to be in

But it ain't new, kiddo, don't pretend you're the biz
When I was that wasted I didn't know shit
I ain't being arrogant, some of us have to go
Through a chemical phase to outer the blues
But it ain't new, kiddo, don't pretend you're the biz
When I was that wasted I didn't know shit
That's all I'm saying, didn't know diddly-squat
Alright?

So now I'm all growns up and the highs all suck
And I'm tryna cut back on the ones they can tax
And I'm fiending in secret for a rush I could touch
Like a thick cloud from the time when the buzz was heavy
In it's petting on a level of adrenaline
In heaven with an unsettled vendetta tellin' me to
Hug everybody 'til the thug turn trend setter
Marshmallow world in a fleece sweater
Two fat bricks from the Hungry Spot
Thirty second cream charge, eight per lot
Eight times thirty seconds worth its bucks
But now I'm too fuckin' old for a nitrous influx

It ain't new, kiddo, don't pretend you're the biz
When I was that wasted I didn't know shit
I ain't being arrogant, some of us have to go
Through a chemical phase to outer the blues
I understand, dude
Just don't be a douche