Purple, green, red, it's like different flavors for the same high
The way these lines are poured you'd think I have no eyes
Crack the seal, I'm prepared for my demise
You'd think i'm around fiends the way heads rise
4s, deuces, 8ths, my terminology
Drinking out this double foam, ruining my psychology
Can you tell me the sum of this problem? This isn't geometry
The way I pour my cup, you'd think I failed trigonometry
Splitting pops in half, dirtying Sprite and Fanta
So many pints around, people think I'm wock Santa
My words slowing down, my mind going noodle
Imaginary mice and a friend named toodles
I'd invite you for a sip, but why would you?
Don't give into others, always peep scene
Don't give everybody drink a taste, you'll end up faced with promethazine
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High on Life
PoetryMany ways that different drugs can make you feel. From hardcore to little boosts, you still have your fix. Some struggle with addiction, some with moderation, some with just tolerance. Take a trip with me friends, buckle up!
