Текст песни O.F.T.B. - Gridlock`d soundtrack
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Intro: (inhaling) My last time gettin` highVerse 1:Fallin` in love ain`t no joke Some praise dope like the Catholic praise the popeI`m looking at my life thrugh the hour glassHow much longer in this world will I lastBoostin` basein` one of the cops chasin`Big time I be facin` in need of a vacationGot hooked in a year, never kicked the habitFirst day on the streets i still had to have it (body and soul)Back on the scene a full fleded fiendPull a scheme and get high by all meansA quarter spoon a day is my mediceneI ain`t never had a high that was better thanWhen I`m nodding drifting in my own zoneI wanna be left all aloneSome front like they high, but they ain`t highThe ultimate high is when you dieHook:Please tell me why. I`m hooked on this dope.It`s got me feeling out of controlI can`t deny (no no) that I need helpIt`s taking over my body and soul body and soulVerse 2:Being addicted to this dope makes me wonderWill it be another dose that`ll take me underOr another dope fiend with the same habitPuttin` a knife in my back like a street savageAnd the road that I travel is a dark routeFrom one stop to another then the jail houseIt seems that I`m waiting on my day to passMethodul is what I`m on no I can`t last (body and soul)As I withdraw dripped with sweat to make it through the nightBut trying to kick this freakin` habit is a strong fightI seen my girl overdose it`s been 3 daysImpuleses convulses send me in a dazeI can hear 2Pac tellin` me to be strongBut my nigga got stoned and left us out here aloneI know I gots to quit before my future unfoldsThis shit got the best of my body and soulHook"Picture your dreams on a triple beam""Don`t underestimate the power of the bitches"Verse 3:I`m lost and turned out, do anything for a fixDying slow and can`t seem to kick the habitShot up so much dope I can`t fing a good veinBut when I ain`t high my whole bodys in painSo everyday I`m searching for that dogs foodA lost sould in the ghetto like a whirlpoolIn a shack with 5 other dope fiendsWho got tracks damn near lower than a Soul TrainAnd it`s a shame cause all it took was one hitStraight to the vein now they got a nigga losin` itA true hustler having money turned junkyI wanna stop but they say I can`t shake the monkeyOff my back, I even tried to go cold turkeyBut all it did was make me fiend more and mentally hurt meQuickly running out of time I got to watch the clockSo on McDownly Street caught up in Gridlock`dHook (x2)