I'm tired of hearing drugs being spewed from everyone's mouth
A constant rhythm mixing everyone in a mixture creating a deadly concoction
It isn't lit, but the high and the feeling of having your surroundings being drowned out
The only thing you hear are the echoes of voices around you
Waking up wondering where you are and how you can get more
All the drugs leaving me off the wall like a kid on a sugar high
This is a different high to get their kicks off
1 more puff until I finally get my release
The thing that I've been searching for and needing
Leaving a bitter taste on my mouth when I am trying to swallow
This is the price I have to pay for following the hype
Losing my mind not being able to tell reality from the figment of my imagination
Being lost in the sauce because I wanted to be saucy
Throw up everywhere in my hair
My brain damaged beyond repair
The 1 puff turning into 30 puffs
My mind spinning around
Like a merry-go-around
When the feeling was lost I would have to move onto the next fix
Hoping that it will give me the same high or better
Drenched in sweat from one stairway because I cannot feel my legs
The days blending together, the sounds, and the smells taking over
Consuming every thought in my head
The 1 puff consuming my body
I can't survive without it
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PuisiA constant rhythm mixing everyone in a mixture creating a deadly concoction Leaving a bitter taste on my mouth when I'm trying to swallow This is the price I've to pay for following the hype Being loss in the sauce because I wanted to be saucy My br...
