I AM ADDICTED TO DRUGS AND TIRED OF IT

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 Okay
 Spinni— spinni—
 Spinning inadvertently, grinning of no concern to me
 Churning my gullet turns in me, burning
 A metal furnace, earnestly I deserve it
 I sit in silence 'cause my mind is lacking accurate wordage
 Or maybe courage
 With a flourish, writ it spit it
 It finished and then release it
 Plays increase it, rinse, repeat and don't be cheating
 Deleting comments and buying interaction
 By packing that on the back end
 Impacting finances only through hacking
 You niggas wacker than a sack of some 'gnac
 And Jack Daniels, in fact, throw it out
 Slowing down, what is my plan of attack? Growing sound
 Louder than a pound of that gasoline when it's slapping me
 You lacking tree, passing these spliffies that I been packaging
 And packing in wax, wack rappers eat crap
 Flack jacketing in case he shat, plastering the wall
 And splattering us all, it's happening
 I smoke the shatter 'til I fall, bitch
 I am addicted to drugs and I'm sick of it
 Smoke away the stress and then roll up another stick of it
 I am addicted to drugs and I'm sick of it
 Needle full of happiness, I tap the skin and then stick it in
 We all addicted to drugs and we wired
 Johnny at work off a Xan-Xan-Xanax, tired
 Yeah, motherfucker
 Coughing up black in the shower, motherfucker
 Pucker up and hock a loogie
 Hopefully there's ruby in it, you diminish, truly finished
 I got no time for that, niggas whose rhymes are wack
 And lines or crack in tiny sacks
 Spit the facts that bit ya neck, a diamondback
 Take a sec and check to see ya spine intact
 Find the pack and tear it open, serotonin mind attack
 Dopamine is soaking in like hocus pocus, take a toke again
 And then rewind the track, rewind the track, rewind the track
 When I was a youngin I suffered for being different
 But isn't it funny how by sticking out, I'm fitting in?
 I think it is indicative of solid qualities
 And honestly, the flyest niggas stick to shit (Tell 'em)
 I like to knit a bit and sew a little, my flow is brittle
 Where is Darkie, nigga? Spit a riddle
 Fuck with a fiddle like the name implies, patience high
 Complacent eyes racing I, you'll never buy enough time
 Rough riding tough hide or thick skin
 "I stick my dick in a pig pen" and piss ya mom off
 I tell her I'm soft, but I be at attention
 Keep the tension in my trousers, I'll arouse her
 Then allow her all my power in the shower, nigga
 This is an elegy to celery, a tribute to the green
 'Cause it's the only thing these motherfuckers need is getting money
 But ain't it funny that I like the veggie better?
 I be chilling off the marijuana bumping Eddie Vedder
 Fed up with righty bozos and lefty homos
 Fuck with 'em no mo', I go-go
 No fucking gadget, you get your bag yet?
 So big you drag it, your heart has maggots
 I'm eating celery, Lil Darkie is a faggot magnet
 This is an elegy to celery, a tribute to the green
 Ride a stick of celery until you cream
 This is an elegy to celery, a tribute to the green
 Fuck your culture, what you say and how you mean to seem
 I am addicted to drugs and I'm sick of it
 Sick of it
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 Sick of it
 Sick
 I'm sick of it
 I'm sick of it