Milligrams - Allday, Stax Osset

I need to feel it

It takes a lot to get me high these days

In minute

When it kicks in

And the milligrams in my blood stream

Simmer out

I wanted to make a party jam

For the girls with a tan and no underpants

Those type of girls say hey to me

And I look vacantly

Then don’t say anything they end up fucking my friends

And that’s okay with me

Coz I don’t connect

I mean I used to have her angel wings

To take me to safety, inject me with her pain relief

And waited patiently for me to come off tour and maybe eat

At one of the places we would frequent

We laugh and say some things

Like remember when we said we’d share children

How laughable we piss on the grave of these dead feelings

Deeply connected

But so out of love regret revealing

Its ugly head

Next to her beautiful one I guess I’m tripping

Drugs are setting in, ejected sitting from the jet that’s headed inland

To domestic bliss living arrangement I can tell is prison

My parent evidence it ends in tears, my premonition

Or worse still blank faces and hearts that forget their mission

I’m dippin'

I need to feel it

It takes a lot to get me high these days

In minute

When it kicks in

And the milligrams in my blood stream

Simmer out

It’s hard to lose the feeling and get it back

But once you lose the feeling its never back

Am I hypnotizing to you

When I sit here lying to you

When I think of time spent with you

I’m sick

Try not to spew

I’m not sympathizing with you, I’m misguided and putrid

I’m sick, tired and confused

I’m a little like you are

Just different kinds of abused

I miss vibing with you, drinking wine and a some juice

Our fickle minds interwined

And I do not regret it

Falling for these girls I hate

Even I applaud my method

Points awarded for effort

Right before I saw your message

If I’d not bothered to check it, when I didn’t want your presence

If I never saw you again

I mean I’m just being condescending

The way I talk to you, lets be honest what’s the ending

This isn’t Hollywood

Although I was just on the strip

Passed out at 10pm, with cheap rum in my grip

In a rented suburban dreaming of her sucking my dick

My favourite memory is no longer real

Nothing much is

I need to feel it

It takes a lot to get me high these days

In minute

When it kicks in

And the milligrams in my blood stream

Simmer out

(three pills and I’m running out real soon)

It’s hard to lose the feeling and get it back

(three pills and you know I’m out widoo widoo)

(three pills and I’m running out real soon)

But once you lose the feeling its never back

(three pills and you know I’m out widoo widoo)