Drugs and women shouldn’t mix if you do then you’ll be put at risk.
Without a clue, you’ll be missing your wallet.
With an attitude and probably end up smacking a bitch.
With altitude flying right through the fucking roof.
I’m telling you just mix the xans with the shrooms and stay in your room watching cartoons.
It’s probably the better thing to do then to fuck around with the woman and the drugs with the booze.
You won’t remember anything and you’ll feel confused.
You fucked up your life just because you couldn’t refuse.
Suffering now but that’s what you choose.
No question about it, she left you exposed.
Dead on the carpet in an interesting pose.
Xannies in your pocket, she ate all those.
Demons in the closet got you in a hold.
Can’t break out now you’re trapped but you were fucking told.
Didn’t wanna listen now you can’t function, dying in the cold. (Yeah)
You sold your soul for a night in bed with a whore who’s begging for more.
I try not to mix that shit unless I’m home alone stuck in my head.
Rather that then be stuck in bed with a bitch who’s name is hard to forget.
Full of regret you can even fathom it.
You got the cold sweats that make you nervous.
Hard to reject a bitch when they look gorgeous.
End up taking a chance because your curious.
Even if it’s good sex you won’t remember it.
Even with a bad ex you won’t remember shit.
Light up a cigarette because this shit is to stressful.
Cocaine on the table she’s snorting it on
schedule.
Taking all the benzos right off her come down.
Now she’s going off and refreshing herself with fireball.
Too much alcohol and now she falls.
Too much drugs got you out of control.
So much drama, your heads in a spiral.
So much to let go but no one to call.
So fuck it now you’re mixing pills with alcohol.
Don’t mix the drugs with the chicks or you’ll be put at risk.
Acting like a fool blowing your whole wallet.
Ain’t got a clue what these xannies be doing to you.
Going off course losing your altitude.
Getting shot in the booth like your dream came true.
Head spiraling, overdosing off the blues.
Your lights go out and there’s nothing you can do.
That would be the end of your life and it’s all on you.
So many drugs in your system.
So many plugs in your cell phone.
Spilled power on the rug, lean pouring out the tub seems like it just ain’t enough to fill you up so you’re popping 30s in your cup.
Way to much, way to much but it isn’t enough, isn’t enough to get your head straight so you don’t even hesitate.
Adding more to your plate just for them to confiscate all the drugs but that’s your fate or you’ll be lost in a drug maze.
Faded for days, eyes looking glazed.
Withdrawing because there’s no more drugs to take.
Realizing all of your mistakes that you did while you were fuck up now you’re completely filled with hate.
Restock up so you can go back on your binge.
Got the stash locked up hidden in the mini fridge.
So much drugs, too much drugs but you got no plans so drop a couple xans.
Medicine in you
DieSad
