Intro:
(inhaling) My last time gettin` high
Verse 1:
Fallin` in love ain`t no joke
Some praise dope like the Catholic praise the pope
I`m looking at my life thrugh the hour glass
How much longer in this world will I last
Boostin` basein` one of the cops chasin`
Big time I be facin` in need of a vacation
Got hooked in a year, never kicked the habit
First day on the streets i still had to have it (body and soul)
Back on the scene a full fleded fiend
Pull a scheme and get high by all means
A quarter spoon a day is my medicene
I ain`t never had a high that was better than
When I`m nodding drifting in my own zone
I wanna be left all alone
Some front like they high, but they ain`t high
The ultimate high is when you die
Hook:
Please tell me why. I`m hooked on this dope.
It`s got me feeling out of control
I can`t deny (no no) that I need help
It`s taking over my body and soul body and soul
Verse 2:
Being addicted to this dope makes me wonder
Will it be another dose that`ll take me under
Or another dope fiend with the same habit
Puttin` a knife in my back like a street savage
And the road that I travel is a dark route
From one stop to another then the jail house
It seems that I`m waiting on my day to pass
Methodul is what I`m on no I can`t last (body and soul)
As I withdraw dripped with sweat to make it through the night
But trying to kick this freakin` habit is a strong fight
I seen my girl overdose it`s been 3 days
Impuleses convulses send me in a daze
I can hear 2Pac tellin` me to be strong
But my nigga got stoned and left us out here alone
I know I gots to quit before my future unfolds
This shit got the best of my body and soul
Hook
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 fix
Dying slow and can`t seem to kick the habit
Shot up so much dope I can`t fing a good vein
But when I ain`t high my whole bodys in pain
So everyday I`m searching for that dogs food
A lost sould in the ghetto like a whirlpool
In a shack with 5 other dope fiends
Who got tracks damn near lower than a Soul Train
And it`s a shame cause all it took was one hit
Straight to the vein now they got a nigga losin` it
A true hustler having money turned junky
I wanna stop but they say I can`t shake the monkey
Off my back, I even tried to go cold turkey
But all it did was make me fiend more and mentally hurt me
Quickly running out of time I got to watch the clock
So on McDownly Street caught up in Gridlock`d
Hook (x2)
