Generation of Addictions
• Written by NeyVey
NeyVey's Notes
The beat isnt mixed right, the length doesnt fit the lyrics. I just took a demo from my soundcloud, you should check out my beats if you like this one :) Im releasing the lyrics like this instead of rapping to the beat cause i just bought a mic and i didnt get a mic stand, neither a cable. So im practically mic-less. Im sitting on a bunch of lyrical content to my beats but money, and alot of things i need (like a sound card) is missing. Either way, i hope you like it.
See him acting helpless popping percacets.
Calling the nurse to get a little bit more of it.
Two months goes and he grows bored of it.
Pharmacy store is packed with more of this shit.
Pacing back and forth tryna find a hole in their security.
He is sure that he will seize a profit with ease.
Breaking in is a breeze, best believe its been his hobby since probably 03.
Time to go in, making sure no ones coming,
throwing a brick from the concrete through the window.
Jump in, with a list of oxymorphone, hydrocodone.
And mo in a high dose, to feed his piehole.
Earn a payroll, on a high roll.
The guy holds a rifle in case it gets wild so.
He can fire, die or, frighten and drop out of sight.
To hide away in the night.
Generation of addictions, kids shifting in the mist and thinking theyre the shit when.
Its the drugs in your system.
Generation of addictions, movin swiftly when i listen to my intuition.
Theyre using power to whip with.
Generation of addictions, groovy playlist keeps me hidden from the demolishing.
A pity we exist in.
Generation of addictions, recipe of illnes for those in catachlysm.
Either swallow or sniff it.
"Do you have any friends to work with?"
Nah bitch, cause i rather stick with my liquid.
Cause i didnt fit in the system.
As a youngin, nothing was fun except running.
Socially awkward dummies share the space with druggies.
Cause its trendy to becom a junkie.
Use wit to become friendly, so drugs are tempting.
Role model uses and teaches theyre sons to sell it.
Escaping, mundane place, one face whos grey.
Facing, a place of pain, wanna stay with snakes?
Find a way to sing in the rain, spliff filled with haze.
Reeling in hate in 33 different ways.
Cause bullshit sprays fast in this masqurade.
Stupid crews with false news got shit to say.
Your craving for listeners to pack in your phone list.
Hoe its, a pity wannabes rolls phonies.
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NeyVey
Member since March 12 2017