Amphetamine drive, I could see it in your eyes
You were saying you were off it, now you're fucking exhausted
And now your body is gone
And your mind you left behind up in that bottle of strong
And it was wrong, you were carried very close to the Sun
You were young and all you needed was somebody to love
All you got was a plug, if you want to make it right
Then be the fighter I know, you can grow!
You told me you were fine
But you were dying of pride
Now you're feeling up the ceiling and you're barely alive
Another line… another waste of your time
I wonder, if you take it, would you die or survive?
And if I cry? Would you tell me you tried?
Would it stick or would you figure that you'd rather be high?
I wonder why?
Amphetamine drive, I could see it in your eyes
I was walking in the park when you were stumbling by
Heard you mumble a "hi", when you fell, I had to say
That you were going to die… take your time…
'Cause it's drifting away
When you take a fake or fentanyl, it buries your pain
But it remains, and it was never a gain
I'll love you even if I never see you again
This one's for the pill-poppers
Tryna get themselves killed proper
Drinking more lean than water
What's it gon' be? What's it gonna be?
This one's for the pill-poppers
There's better ways to spill dollars
Look at all these teen martyrs
What's it gon' be? You fixing to OD?
This one's for the pill-poppers
Tryna get themselves killed proper
Drinking more lean than water
What's it gon' be? What's it gonna be?
This one's for the pill-poppers
There's better ways to spill dollars
Look at all these teen martyrs
What's it gon' be? You fixing to OD?
I'm that pauper popping reds, Dawson's Bog on Portishead
And I can't stop that obfuscation, don't mistake what I have said
Broken beds from greatest nights, got the same out of my nightmares
Broke the stead by taking flight, hunting fame despite my eyewear
And the sight means more than vision, not a fight for manumission
It's a suturing of fissures, tell the truth to all the ignorant
And it's different how we act, got this path from Mozenraff
Mass-dissolving acid in the water coming out your tap
Mac can fix your Disco, Raff still good in San Francisco
RIP to Cisco, he bit that bullet betting bingo
And he knew the lingo, another gringo with the spice
De Lunes a Domingo, he's just too nice up on the mic
What you think you're in for? Your info underestimated
Don't just bring your kinfolk into the sin, you're decimating
This shit should be simple, but there's confusion emanating
From the lightest skin-tone, they just too busy celebrating… yeah
I'mma let Raff just kill it on the sax right here
Just like…
This one's for the pill-poppers
Tryna get themselves killed proper
Drinking more lean than water
What's it gon' be? What's it gonna be?
This one's for the pill-poppers
There's better ways to spill dollars
Look at all these teen martyrs
What's it gon' be? You fixing to OD?
This one's for the pill-poppers
Tryna get themselves killed proper
Drinking more lean than water
What's it gon' be? What's it gonna be?
This one's for the pill-poppers
There's better ways to spill dollars
Look at all these teen martyrs
What's it gon' be? You fixing to OD?
you've got to love reflective, often claustrophobic, and cryptically heartfelt hiphop, especially when the artist does most of their own production The Thought
probably gonna be the best underground record of 2020, barring something truly phenomenal that I'm not anticipating. deep, dense, decadent. The Thought
