Drugs

Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Pretty puke puddle that I'm laying in Phone alarm's going off Fuck it though, I'm lyin in I'm wire thin I dunno why, I ain't dieting Maybe it's this vicodin It's strung me out like a violin Fiend Simon dialed me in He's trying to buy a ting It's mad I used to look down at him For piping up and firing Talking to myself, not recognising who's replying I'm becoming so much like the clients that I've been supplying Fuck the sentimental shite I'm mental when I get mortal like I pop a pill and then spike this bitch And then fuck her until she ain't walking right My buzz don't last for half a night My comedown is too hard too fight Euphoria, she leaves with my endorphins And I'm forced to keep endorsing This extortionate emotional support Even though I know that I'll never get the same high as before I just keep shovelling this shit up until my nostrils get sore Until Si picks me off the floor Skunk, cannabis, about half a cancer stick Rolled up in a juicy blunt Slow burner, candlestick I'm with Uncle Mix, cocaine and a couple of chicks IPhone for a couple of pics Couple of lines off a couple of tits But my life's shit Drugs seem like the quickest fix Temporary escape from the estates And all the fucking pricks That's why I'm in such a rush to take the first hit or first sip E&J burnt up my throat Fucking roach burnt up my lip Then it wears off And I feel like I'm worse off Looking out on London bridge Thinking about throwing myself off Nah, that's soft There's better ways that I could feel his wrath I got loads of gear in my loft I got loads of pills I can scoff Is it Smirnoff? The reason I'm looking like a Goth Fuck knows but I'll tell you what There's blood coming out when I cough Spent most of my life in the dark Chasing the light like a moth Eventually the light will turn off Sensing the party's over I'm not looking over my shoulder Lucy pulls me closer Fuck it I'm bored, let's go, let's ghost her Sick of all the boasters Loads of niggas sniffing that Frankie Cocozza Thinking they the Cosa Nostra So much talk of toasters Gold Roleys and roadsters Hoes that make sex tapes and then become role models on shows and posters (slags) It's clear the end is nigh The Mayans, they said so suh Fuck it just take me now, I'm done Lets wrap it up like a samosa Consultant says they're running out of things to try The --------- ain't working right, It's only fucking up my insides As I document my decline A famous line just springs to mind The drugs don't work, they make you worse Every type and every kind Even one's designed to help you fight just seem so shite And all the side effects they leave you with no life and no respite No end in sight But these cunts, they don't know what it's like Ask my boy Charlie, he'll tell you straight Real talk and no hype, like