CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Acetone (Slowed)

Yesterday I was feeling kinda sad
So I sat in my room with a paper bag
Filled it with a can of spray paint and it coated the inside
Huffed that sh*t for 30 seconds, now I got them bloodshot eyes
Smoking meth out a bong, constantly doing wrong
Sniff 7 lines of coke off a b*t*h’s dirty thong
IV the heroin in the veins on my legs
Anything at all to stop me feeling so depressed
Mixing uppers and downers hoping that I die
Anything to end this misery I call my f**king life
Slit my wrists and I taste the f**king crimson blood
But b*t*h, it ain’t as red as the Hi-Tec sitting in my cup
Popping tramadol with valium and xanax with oxy
If you ain’t talking drugs or cash then you already lost me
Sniff a grain of fentanyl same size as grain of rice
Why fentanyl? Twice the drug, the same f**king price
Chewing scripts up like I’m chewing f**king gum
Overdose to death, that’s my f**king option one
Jump out my window and fall to my death, that’s option two
Option three be a tree, a length of rope, nothing new