Addies
• Written by Lowercase-G
I need a couple pills, to keep me from feeling ill.
Addies that make me go fast
keep me thinking things real.
Replace it with vyvanse;
200 mili caps, when I need something that lasts.
Until my prescription lapses;
And my mind gets to running laps.
Blast back, passed my own past
To what I was within the black
The void in which I chose to act
Speed makes me remember that
Before my birth, in fact.
Addies, candies, vannys, amps;
That good shit, clean shit, made for champs.
But if it's crystal toss that trash.
Yeah fuck a bad bath biker batch
Cause with meth, you know, that's the catch
Its filthy, unfiltered, unfinished glass
Unpolished, and tasteless, its lowest class.
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Lowercase-G
Member since December 14 2016