Weed n Speed - DZK

So I was thinking, what should I do this evening?

I could puff a fucking blunt, I could go out drinking

But I’m already drunk and my trunks full of weed and

I reek like skunk, and the phone keeps ringing

— oh, it’s Mr. Christopha Walking calling

Talking 'bout he’s coming down now to solve all

My problems — and bout how he’s bringing a volume

Of speed so strong, it’d prolly make me think I’ve gone and

Fucking vanished and managed to land on a planet

Where every man is seen speaking scrambled Spanish and

Where every damn PIECE of my sanity’s damaged

With EACH and every milligram, filling my hand up

Well, damn it, I couldn’t plan it better myself

I told him: roll the fuck over, get to spreading the wealth

I shrugged my shoulders, stood up to steady myself

Hung the phone up then went to go, get ready for hell

Cuz yo dog, when I really wanna have a ball

I just pop a little motherfucking adderall

By mouth until I’m bouncing around the walls

Up and down all the halls, all about to fall

Fuck it — dip to the mall and I’m scaring people

Get so high, I’ll buy shirts from American Eagle

Why?

I’m not really sure, but I swear it’s the evil

Chemical mixture, that’s apparently seeped through

The brain tissue in control of my deep view

On issues involving shit people would tease you

On.

if they only knew I was rocking these see-through

Tops with these boots, they’d probably geek, dude

It really doesn’t matter 'cuz I’m really fucking madder

Than any hatter, on addy, I’ll shatter ya, matter-of-fact

I’m a tad bit badder, it’s sad, I better get outta

Here I don’t hear the little pitter-patter of ya chitter-chatter

You might not think I’m high

But you can’t see my eyes

It’s like a dream tonight

I might just die, I see the lights

Something’s wrong with me

, I’m always called a «freak»

Cuz all I do is hit the bong all week

This weed is all I need

You might not think I’m high

But you can’t see my eyes

It’s like a dream tonight

I might just die, I see the lights

Somethings wrong with me

I’m always called a «freak»

Cuz all I do is pop this speed

This adderall is all I need

We’re delirious, we experience physical symptoms

That were never meant to give us intentions

To continue binging on perilous chemicals

With visuals so clear, they’re appearing in digital

Staring at a mirror, thought I was invisible

I popped shrooms like a motherfucking inner-tube

Stop moving, talk to, the bottom of my tennis shoes

Walk into the girls locker room of a middle school

Yell, «breast inspector, who’s chests need braaaa’s?»

Chicks looking distressed, begging me to stop

Two minutes or less, I’m arrested by three cops

That’s the last time I ever listened to my Reeboks

So please watch, as we pop, the top to these pills

Empty em and drop the bottle off for re-fills

At a different pharmacy, and we still

Can hardly keep 'em longer than a week, and we kill

So many dexedrine and ritalin, it’s evident we’re getting it

In quantities so large, it’s hard to fit it in

The apartment we’re chilling in, a larger shipment is

Always with-in arms reach, of the seat yer sitting in

And sniffing all of it, would be a feat for Eminem

We sell it on the streets and we keep the dividends

Do speed, so it seems, the peak will never end

I haven’t been to sleep for a week, I’m living in

A tree-fort with a teen whore and a mean score

Of weed, spores and assorted LSD, tore

Up from the floor up, and I know I need more

Ut, for right now I’m talking slower than Eeyore

I rock pockets, full of hash and caps with sockets

Smashed through em, to take gravity bong hits

So massive, after you have it, you black out

Fall down or pass out, now, everybody gather round