Текст песни Neural Circuitry - GDP
Building
castles
in
the
sky
while
fermenting
ergotamine
You
like
to
eat
k-pin
just
to
even
out
the
high
You'd
either
be
prescribed
the
sun
or
shade
in
this
place
Held
together
with
power
lines
and
radio
waves
Stars
aren't
shining
on
us
Soldiers
aren't
dying
for
us
They're
risking
their
lives
for
the
change
A
full
ride
to
college
or
a
meaningless
grade
Learn
not
from
mistakes
we've
made
You
make
them
for
yourselves
and
open
pathways
in
your
brain
To
rearrange
your
priorities
To
alter
your
reality
How
come
my
dopamine
levels
say
"no"
to
me?
Jersey
diners,
refills
on
opium
tea,
Vitamin
B,
60-40
cut
(Bump
up!)
Broken
mirror
with
my
thumb
in
my
gums
And
if
it's
not
your
kind
of
party,
they
got
a
pill
for
that
Sealed
Arizona
cans
to
conceal
the
stash
And
it
doesn't
feel
as
bad
When
the
company
you
keep
has
no
future
plans
We
just
blame
it
on
circumstance
With
the
baseheads,
tryna
sell
some
broken
amps
In
a
land
where
it
snows
on
the
sand
And
every
day
is
jet
ag
and
every
night
moves
too
fast
Too
high
to
die
(This
scales
on
[?])
Too
high
to
die
(Name
brand
'scripts
and
alcohol)
Too
high
to
die
(The
devil
makes
house
calls)
Too
high
to
die
(Five
heads
on
twenty
bag)
Too
high
to
die
(I'm
calling
for
my
money
back)
Too
high
to
die
(My
habits
make
my
money
mad)
Too
high
to
die
(And
when
I'm
dead
in
the
fucking
trash)
Pete
can
keep
the
loot
from
my
CDs
Stiff
as
a
board,
raw
stashed
in
my
beanie
Smile
on
my
face,
nose
leaking
Say
"I
told
you
so"
for
all
those
who
didn't
believe
me
Can't
spell
funeral
without
fun
A
party's
not
a
party
if
I'm
not
fucked
up
East
coast
got
the
opiates
Support
the
troops,
Afghani
dope
connects
Dissociatives,
dissing
your
associates
Work
'till
the
sky
falls
and
nobody
notices
So
we
glorify
substance
abuse
And
blame
our
problems
on
everything
But
their
influence
(In
other
words)
My
crew
do
drugs
We
play
loud
music
and
we
don't
wear
earplugs
We
fuck
trashy
girls
and
don't
wear
condoms
We
have
babies
even
though
we
don't
really
want
them
Too
high
to
die
(Heaven
has
a
rehab)
Too
high
to
die
(skeeted
on
a
sleazebag)
Too
high
to
die
(What
side
effects
does
D
have?)
Too
high
to
die
(Downers
and
uppers)
Too
high
to
die
(Townies
and
star
fuckers)
Too
high
to
die
(Junkies
turned
mothers)
Too
high
to
die
(The
snowman
loves
us)
What
kind
of
future
can
I
possibly
hope
for
When
every
pen
I
write
with
doubles
as
a
coke
straw?
And
every
night's
a
close
call
When
oxycontins
is
triple
what
dope
cost
What
kind
of
person
can
I
possibly
become
When
my
personality
is
dependent
on
a
drug?
(Get
it?!)
And
usually
more
than
one,
'cause
too
much
of
anything
is
never
enough
What
kind
of
fans
could
I
possibly
have
When
I'm
leading
them
off
a
cliff
and
they're
glad?
They
buy
merch
so
I
can
buy
gas
And
give
me
free
bags
for
liking
my
raps
What
kinds
of
ladies
could
they
possibly
be
When
they
wanna
fuck
raw
after
hearing
my
CD?
Seems
the
future's
looking
bleak
Record
everything
I
ever
wrote
then
OD
Too
high
to
die
(ditch
before
checkpoints)
Too
high
to
die
(pissing
for
your
best
boy)
Too
high
to
die
(Just
chilling
till
the
next
joint)
Too
high
to
die
(Sharing
syringes)
Too
high
to
die
(Where
every
day's
Christmas)
Too
high
to
die
(Swear
and
you'll
quit
this)
Too
high
to
die,
too
high
to
die
(Too
high
to
die)
Внимание! Не стесняйтесь оставлять отзывы.