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Up & Down
To many adderall, on a free for all, overall I had a ball.
fuck, here comes the fall...
Low dopamine making my skin crawl. I don’t wanna go through withdrawal.
Give the devil his due, I always bit off more than I could chew.
Addiction left me black and blue, I can’t pull through, can’t paddle this canoe.
Wishing for a re-do, what did I get myself into...
shoulda never blew that first line, ever since my life’s been on a steady decline.
I’m twenty nine and I can’t feel fine without 100mg, maybe that’s a sign.
But once my nose hits that line...
baby I’m on cloud nine, come rain or shine, I feel redesigned.
I swear I can take on man kind, can’t knock me off my grind. In the right state of mind.
I feel great, I can create, stay up late, high heart rate, first out the gate.
Just don’t ask me to mediate...
But the come down makes me wanna drown, can’t smile, only frown, I lie around,
don’t feel like going out on the town...
Feeling like a slug, gotta call the plug. I need my fucking drug.
Crush a few up and here comes the rush, my face feels flush maybe looks a little blush.
I do this all on the hush hush...
Eyes dilated, no longer feel inflated, feeling animated. I love being stimulated.
You say I gotta addiction like it’s a conviction and it’s causing the family friction.
I got this under control, the pills make me feel whole, isn’t that life’s goal?
Without it I’m just a lost soul, who hateful...
So I’m grateful for the amphetamine taking with caffeine,
makes me feel like a machine, crave nicotine...
I’m not ready to get clean
fuck, here comes the fall...
Low dopamine making my skin crawl. I don’t wanna go through withdrawal.
Give the devil his due, I always bit off more than I could chew.
Addiction left me black and blue, I can’t pull through, can’t paddle this canoe.
Wishing for a re-do, what did I get myself into...
shoulda never blew that first line, ever since my life’s been on a steady decline.
I’m twenty nine and I can’t feel fine without 100mg, maybe that’s a sign.
But once my nose hits that line...
baby I’m on cloud nine, come rain or shine, I feel redesigned.
I swear I can take on man kind, can’t knock me off my grind. In the right state of mind.
I feel great, I can create, stay up late, high heart rate, first out the gate.
Just don’t ask me to mediate...
But the come down makes me wanna drown, can’t smile, only frown, I lie around,
don’t feel like going out on the town...
Feeling like a slug, gotta call the plug. I need my fucking drug.
Crush a few up and here comes the rush, my face feels flush maybe looks a little blush.
I do this all on the hush hush...
Eyes dilated, no longer feel inflated, feeling animated. I love being stimulated.
You say I gotta addiction like it’s a conviction and it’s causing the family friction.
I got this under control, the pills make me feel whole, isn’t that life’s goal?
Without it I’m just a lost soul, who hateful...
So I’m grateful for the amphetamine taking with caffeine,
makes me feel like a machine, crave nicotine...
I’m not ready to get clean
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