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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeDrugs Are My Friends
Uh, uh, uh (Hit-Boy)These drugs are my friends, getting sick of my friendsLambo' truck on the way, getting sick of my BenzLet the pills heal the pain, and then drink-drive my shameAway, and pray I'll make it to another dayThese drugs are my friends, getting sick of my friendsLambo' truck, go away, getting sick of my BenzLet the pills heal the pain, and then drink-drive my shameAway, and pray I'll make it to another dayHit the plug up so fast, he on speed dialWithdrawals off the pills, I've been feeling senileFeelin' like I ain't real, find the biggest buildingAnd jump off, land on my feet, bitch, I'm chillin'Takin' prescriptions, the Perkys make hell of a difference, yeah, yeahThis is my real life, nigga, this shit ain't scripted, yeah, yeahWell, I got substances, I got substances, bitch, I'm gifted, yeah, yeahMy tallness made me rich, now my wallet a midget, yeah, yeahOff the drugs, I'm geeked, I ain't even reached my peakOff the drugs, I'm geeked, I ain't even reached my peakToo high, can't speak, uhI ain't even tryna be meanJust leave me lone with my lean, let me beI sip so much codeine, it's in my peeNow I'm having them lean dreams, wake up, pour up, repeatThese drugs are my friends, getting sick of my friendsLambo' truck on the way, getting sick of my BenzLet the pills heal the pain, and then drink-drive my shameAway, and pray I'll make it to another dayThese drugs are my friends, getting sick of my friendsLambo' truck on the way, getting sick of my BenzLet the pills heal the pain, and then drink-drive my shameAway, and pray I'll make it to another day
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