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went from taking one or two a day Now you taking the whole bottle to the face Hitting up the doctor for a raise . . . O dosage Dinner date w death n the drugs are the hostess Went from feeling like the best to withdraw now ya soul itch Scratches on your face from the dope that you cant get Open up the death note getta pen put ya name in You write ya own story but you can’t erase it Now you feelin like the worst like lifes so aimless Trana get a grip but ya mind so tainted Almost had it let it slip n caved into them cravings So you embrace it N All the sudden On the streets shooting up with ya cousin So messed up that you cant even function Still poppin pills but they aint doin nothin Then you get offered another Not a thought in ya mind just a compulsion Take a second Just think about ya mother Even when she stressing loved you like no other Now you on the streets cooking dope like it's butter So much on ya mind you got used to the clutter Crying out for help slurred words wit a stutter Used to feel high watchin birds just flutter Now you turn to the plug trana satisfy your hunger This the last time he gon see this customer Shoulda lowered ya dosage now you fallin under Final thump of ya heart gone out like thunder Damn, looks like we lost another went from taking one or two a day Now you taking the whole bottle to the face Hitting up the doctor for a raise . . . O dosage Dinner date w death n the drugs are the hostess Went from feeling like the best to withdraw now ya soul itch Scratches on your face from the dope that you cant get Open up the death note getta pen put ya name in You write ya own story but you can’t erase it Now you feelin like the worst like lifes so aimless Trana get a grip but ya mind so tainted Almost had it let it slip n caved into them cravings So you embrace it N All the sudden On the streets shooting up with ya cousin So messed up that you cant even function Still poppin pills but they aint doin nothin Then you get offered another Not a thought in ya mind just a compulsion Take a second Just think about ya mother Even when she stressing loved you like no other Now you on the streets cooking dope like it's butter So much on ya mind you got used to the clutter Crying out for help slurred words wit a stutter Used to feel high watchin birds just flutter Now you turn to the plug trana satisfy your hunger