drugs
• Written by KurtKoben
moneydrugs without im some1 else
but it is what it is running from something
drugs, psych wards, thoughts
words in my head,is it voices
talkin bout what i can or cant afford
money drugs bitches alcohol
all above which i cant afford
nooo hell noo ooh sweet alcohol
how come u dont come round and play no more
u that somethin i really cared for
money drugs and plenty whores
in stead of a bike i dont give a shit for
feelin like a damn retard
man, wheres my motherfuckin VIP card
money drugs bitches alcohol
how can i afford it
cant afford to abort it
gotta get this money maaan
without employment
violence in progress, just supply the adress
thats my conquest, no nonesense
to fuck shit up with dirty conciousness
rushin a russian roulette for kicks
u do it and ill do it til my brains leek like fluid
why do it? i guess i didnt even knew it
consequence of stupid, bullet shot by cupid
insert your metaphore
oooh alcohol jet let me pour
dont let me be so poor
just let me have some more
before i leave for good out the door
drugs money cars and whores
50 years ago i prolly wish for horses
now im all about endorsements
but its today day and i want a coin out the jar
in stead i walk on yesterdays corpses
lookin for where to do my part
from bar to bar to drunken writin bars
a fucckin barbarian arian of course
my dreams felt so close before
i strayed this far from thecourse
not famous like, mostly haunted
but better than i wanted
from bottom to the top,
if i jump i can make out the summit
so i run it till i vomit, chop chop
pull no stops, full speed til i drop right
if i do at least i knew i did a fuck ton to fight
cuz i gotta do better than just barely surviving
1 mill bars, 1 for every star, thats a start
money drugs bitches alcohol
how can i afford it
cant afford to abort it
gotta get this money maaan
without employment
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KurtKoben
Member since June 13 2017