Ds 27

I saw you yesterday on the corner of Davie You were looking pretty white of skin Too jacked up on that Shanghai shit To enquire about the shape i'm in I was out smokin on a nickel bag You were head bangin on a dime You say being addicted to heroin Was everything but a crime I want you back I want you back I'm going to El Paso I guess your staying here by the sea Hangin out with your so called friends They don't seem so good to me Ain't nothin like a phone call Three thousand miles apart Bad news travels fast Just like bad junk travels to your heart I want you back I want you back I want you back I want you back