D.O.D.
Nothing feels the same without you
Nothing feels as light as a dream come true
I'm feeling all this pain without you
So take me to a place where my dreams come true
I used to stay at home and chill
And trip among the daffodils
With tabs of Lucy not some pills
I'm standing on the window sill
Up on the ledge
My toes are right up to the edge
My head is filled with thoughts of dread
If I don't stop soon I'll be dead
But that'd be okay
I'd hit he blunt to celebrate
I'm doing great
One more day to loose my shit
I can't be late
I can't be late
I'm faded
Sedated
The marijuanas got me elated
I want to stop and donate it
I'm agitated
Cause I waited too long to get high
I'm coming down now from the sky
I can't see shit cause I am fried
Just One more hit and
My third eye will open wide
Bye bye
Nothing feels the same without you
Nothing feels as light as a dream come true
I'm feeling all this pain without you
So take me to a place where my dreams come true
Light it, smoke it, drink it, inhale
Life's not the same without the prospect of jail
Mary
Sid
Bow down and hail
Like lemonade lemonade I am faithful
On the seventh day God made me
I am so grateful
Don't stop at the table
I'm cane you are Abel
I'm really not playful
I play every role in the playbill
Cause I'm able and stable
I'm tired
And wired
You wanna come in bring some drugs that's required
The choir is singing for me to get higher
You think you are tough bitch but you a liar
Call up my supplier
Just watch what transpires
Look around you tell this is my new empire
Its fire it's fire it's fire its hot
It's fire its fire its fire it's hot
I'm going I'm going
I'm drinking and smoking
And losing my mind
I'm hoping to find
A peaceful place to unwind
Yea I've been making bad decisions
Just to see those premonitions
Visions of acid heads
Caught in addiction
The dictionaries
Definition of scary
Got a picture of Mary Jane
Cut stuffed in a blunt and rolled in cocaine
Now I'm going insane
These drugs are overwhelming my brain
I'm selling my soul
To get on a plane
That's 40 years old
Flying high in the cold
In search of some gold
I hope I don't die but who really does knows?
Nothing feels as light as a dream come true
I'm feeling all this pain without you
So take me to a place where my dreams come true
I used to stay at home and chill
And trip among the daffodils
With tabs of Lucy not some pills
I'm standing on the window sill
Up on the ledge
My toes are right up to the edge
My head is filled with thoughts of dread
If I don't stop soon I'll be dead
But that'd be okay
I'd hit he blunt to celebrate
I'm doing great
One more day to loose my shit
I can't be late
I can't be late
I'm faded
Sedated
The marijuanas got me elated
I want to stop and donate it
I'm agitated
Cause I waited too long to get high
I'm coming down now from the sky
I can't see shit cause I am fried
Just One more hit and
My third eye will open wide
Bye bye
Nothing feels the same without you
Nothing feels as light as a dream come true
I'm feeling all this pain without you
So take me to a place where my dreams come true
Light it, smoke it, drink it, inhale
Life's not the same without the prospect of jail
Mary
Sid
Bow down and hail
Like lemonade lemonade I am faithful
On the seventh day God made me
I am so grateful
Don't stop at the table
I'm cane you are Abel
I'm really not playful
I play every role in the playbill
Cause I'm able and stable
I'm tired
And wired
You wanna come in bring some drugs that's required
The choir is singing for me to get higher
You think you are tough bitch but you a liar
Call up my supplier
Just watch what transpires
Look around you tell this is my new empire
Its fire it's fire it's fire its hot
It's fire its fire its fire it's hot
I'm going I'm going
I'm drinking and smoking
And losing my mind
I'm hoping to find
A peaceful place to unwind
Yea I've been making bad decisions
Just to see those premonitions
Visions of acid heads
Caught in addiction
The dictionaries
Definition of scary
Got a picture of Mary Jane
Cut stuffed in a blunt and rolled in cocaine
Now I'm going insane
These drugs are overwhelming my brain
I'm selling my soul
To get on a plane
That's 40 years old
Flying high in the cold
In search of some gold
I hope I don't die but who really does knows?
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Writer(s): Levi De Moya
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