Don't do drugs, just felt the urge to write bout em. Aimed for a simple flowing/rhyming verse...
Was feeling stressed out yesterday so robbed a medicine cabinet
Injected the syringes, popped the rest of the tablets
I’m infested with some sick thoughts and some pestering habits
Feels like I got tourettes I’m just guessing I now have it
Or it might just be the drugs I couldn’t care any less now
All I know is that the medicine’s got my stress down
It’s less now, thinking ‘bout breaking out the meths now
Or speed so when the cops come I’ll be round in the next town
Shit, I’ve gotta find a dealer who can provide some
I’ll pop a couple pills now then save some and hide some
I better keep my head low ’cause the police might come
I know I should but won’t, ’cause that’ll just ruin my fun
Fuck, I’m coming down now and everything’s real
I’ve lost everything that I had, I can’t describe how I feel
And now I’m cuffed, once at the wrists and then twice at the heels
Now I’m in jail, fucked, ‘cause I couldn’t strike a plea deal