Weed N Speed

[Verse 1] So I was thinking, what should I do this evening? I could puff a fucking blunt, I could go out drinking But I'm already drunk and my trunks full of weed and I reek like skunk, and the phone keeps ringing [WHAT?]- oh, it's Mr. Christopha Walking calling Talking 'bout he's coming down now to solve all My problems - and bout how he's bringing a volume Of speed so strong, it'd prolly make me think I've gone and Fucking vanished and managed to land on a planet Where every man is seen speaking scrambled Spanish and Where every damn PIECE of my sanity's damaged With EACH and every milligram, filling my hand up Well, damn it, I couldn't plan it better myself I told him: roll the fuck over, get to spreading the wealth I shrugged my shoulders, stood up to steady myself Hung the phone up then went to go, get ready for hell Cuz yo dog, when I really wanna have a ball I just pop a little motherfucking adderall By mouth until I'm bouncing around the walls Up and down all the halls, all about to fall Fuck it - dip to the mall and I'm scaring people Get so high, I'll buy shirts from American Eagle Why? I'm not really sure, but I swear it's the evil Chemical mixture, that's apparently seeped through The brain tissue in control of my deep view On issues involving shit people would tease you On. if they only knew I was rocking these see-through Tops with these boots, they'd probably geek, dude It really doesn't matter 'cuz I'm really fucking madder Than any hatter, on addy, I'll shatter ya, matter-of-fact I'm a tad bit badder, it's sad, I better get outta Here I don't hear the little pitter-patter of ya chitter-chatter [Hook] You might not think I'm high But you can't see my eyes It's like a dream tonight I might just die, I see the lights Something's wrong with me [what?], I'm always called a "freak" Cuz all I do is hit the bong all week This weed is all I need You might not think I'm high But you can't see my eyes It's like a dream tonight I might just die, I see the lights Somethings wrong with me [what?] I'm always called a "freak" Cuz all I do is pop this speed This adderall is all I need [Verse 2] We're delirious, we experience physical symptoms That were never meant to give us intentions To continue binging on perilous chemicals With visuals so clear, they're appearing in digital Staring at a mirror, thought I was invisible I popped shrooms like a motherfucking inner-tube Stop moving, talk to, the bottom of my tennis shoes Walk into the girls locker room of a middle school Yell, "breast inspector, who's chests need braaaa's?" Chicks looking distressed, begging me to stop Two minutes or less, I'm arrested by three cops That's the last time I ever listened to my Reeboks So please watch, as we pop, the top to these pills Empty em and drop the bottle off for re-fills At a different pharmacy, and we still Can hardly keep 'em longer than a week, and we kill So many dexedrine and ritalin, it's evident we're getting it In quantities so large, it's hard to fit it in The apartment we're chilling in, a larger shipment is Always with-in arms reach, of the seat yer sitting in And sniffing all of it, would be a feat for Eminem We sell it on the streets and we keep the dividends Do speed, so it seems, the peak will never end I haven't been to sleep for a week, I'm living in A tree-fort with a teen whore and a mean score Of weed, spores and assorted LSD, tore Up from the floor up, and I know I need more Ut, for right now I'm talking slower than Eeyore I rock pockets, full of hash and caps with sockets Smashed through em, to take gravity bong hits So massive, after you have it, you black out Fall down or pass out, now, everybody gather round