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The Real Tuesday Weld
The Real Tuesday Weld
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Coates
Stephen Coates
Songwriter

Lyrics

I don't get high no more I don't seem to fly no more I drink all the drinks but they don't do the trick I do the same drugs but they just make me sick I try and I try but I can't get my kicks The way I did before I don't live it up no more I don't give a fuck no more And there was a time I was queen of the street I'd strut and I'd stride but that shit got me beat Now I can't deny that I can't compete And frankly, it's a bore Lately, I've been thinking about stuff I'm quite relieved to concede I think I've had more than enough I don't pray much no more I don't say much no more I'm tongue-tied and trite or I ain't got the wit The words come out right but they don't seem to fit I shout and I cry but I have to admit It's all been said before I don't get high no more I can't seem to fly no more Since you walked through my door I don't live it up, no I don't give a fuck, no I don't get high no more And there's no need to pray, no There's not much to say, no Stuff ain't the way that stuff was before Since you kicked down my door
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