Trackmasters - I Need Some Blow lyrics

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Trackmasters - I Need Some Blow lyrics

Just like on A.T.E.E.M, I'm an addict, I'm an adict Back at the crib I just cause nothing but static I think my mama-san is pissed and vexed cause she's had it Snooped and found my stash in the attic Not tickled pink she threw my my sh** in the sink My gut is rumbling now I have to think My sister's j**elry, take it, no more jingling On the crazy down low take my mom's wedding ring And float on to the shop called the pawn And he gives me two yards and my disregard to nothing The antonym of a hero I used to be the one now I'm less than zero But I can feel like a million real fast Put my lips on the god damn gla** And make a little snow using the snowman I can't help it I need some blow man I used to get A's across the board now it's down to H's And the H's stand for hatred Kicked a lot of bogusness, conned out of rehab It was easy -- my man worked at the lab So I jetted like the Concord but I made a crash landing Got back on the gla** cause life is demanding First thing to do now is to get a little pistol I like to smoke blow but I don't like eating gristle So the hoody comes on while I'm hiding in the corner Just run ya doe or your mom will be a mourner The blow make me actlike I don't know And my ego and my moral go into escrow The kid that I robbed the other day was my bro Face covered by the hoody yo should he Care about his worthless bro -- the answer no I can't help it I gotta get some blow My mom was sponsoring a child from Zimbabwe Whem I'm on the pipe man I have to get my way Donating about twenty dollars a week 80 dollars a month for that I get a blunt Everyday I puff several trees What do I care if he eats every other day What am I saying, I can't believe I'm a junkie I can't believe it yo Frank Nitty punch me Suicide is too good, I need something harder Maybe go cold turkey, that'll hurt me Sweat drips on my back I react with a shiver Eye flutters while my mom closes her shutters She doesn't believe that I'm trying -- my body dying She thinks I found a new way of lying While I revolve the revolver, my mom hears the tune I'm sorry mom *BOOM*

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