Spinning Stars
Everybody's got their condition
And my fingernails they're all bitten
And my body goes in remission
And the drugs I like are forbidden
Everybody's got ammunition
And my body's been pre-conditioned
Sick and tired of repetition
And the drugs I like are forbidden
Pull right over to a roadside dive
There's a big black trucker with his hat to the side
Offers me a drink so I take a seat
But the thing I want he don't got for me
Escape, I need to touch the sky
But there's only one thing that'll get me high
Just as it's pure and the needle's clean
Imma fall in a way
Imma rise like a cream
Everybody's got their condition
And my fingernails they're all bitten
And my body goes in remission
And the drugs I like are forbidden
Everybody's got ammunition
And my body's been pre-conditioned
Sick and tired of repetition
And the drugs I like are forbidden
Catching fires on a seat back frame
And it's all on horizon, I'm a mountain man
See like a shaman, I see like a skate
One too many miles on my plate
Blue lights moving close to me
And the red light rear view's a Christmas tree
Everybody's got their conditions
And my fingernails they are bitten
And my body goes in remission
And the drugs I like are forbidden
And my fingernails they're all bitten
And my body goes in remission
And the drugs I like are forbidden
Everybody's got ammunition
And my body's been pre-conditioned
Sick and tired of repetition
And the drugs I like are forbidden
Pull right over to a roadside dive
There's a big black trucker with his hat to the side
Offers me a drink so I take a seat
But the thing I want he don't got for me
Escape, I need to touch the sky
But there's only one thing that'll get me high
Just as it's pure and the needle's clean
Imma fall in a way
Imma rise like a cream
Everybody's got their condition
And my fingernails they're all bitten
And my body goes in remission
And the drugs I like are forbidden
Everybody's got ammunition
And my body's been pre-conditioned
Sick and tired of repetition
And the drugs I like are forbidden
Catching fires on a seat back frame
And it's all on horizon, I'm a mountain man
See like a shaman, I see like a skate
One too many miles on my plate
Blue lights moving close to me
And the red light rear view's a Christmas tree
Everybody's got their conditions
And my fingernails they are bitten
And my body goes in remission
And the drugs I like are forbidden
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Writer(s): Ramses Louis-charles
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