Lyrics:
get some head, taking opiates till I'm numb
Feeling so alone, watch this orphan come undone
To a shape shifting ape lifting weights, having fun
Acid
Opiates
Chinese dreams
Lysergic
Sky and the Seeds
Cyberage
Electric sheep
Infinite
The doors Blake means
Everybody's trying to get out of here alive
Call up lil' Daroo, yeah
He'll kick a door quick
Yeah, I went up, I got more rich (Ha)
These niggas been on my dick
I been on opiates (I been on opiates
High on the opiates, it look like wonderland
(Look like wonderland)
We just caught him lackin'
Now that nigga dead (Now that nigga dead)
New opp
the rapture
money is god
money is the medicine
the opiate
the heroin
diamond, da vinci
gulf stream, limosine
money is god
I’m on the runway where you at?
I wanted anyone
More than anything
Just a little love
just to feel again
you're my opiate
you're my dopamine
bring me up again
calm like
me, opiate me,
Calibrate me, replicate me
recreate me, demarcate me, educate me, punctuate me, evaluate me, conjugate me, impregnate me, designate me, humiliate me, segregate me, opiate me, calibrate
hallucinatory dreams
Shivers sweats & screams
Like an opiate withdrawal only worse
Then one long hot summer night
I took a motorcycle ride
Saw you looking
a long way
I used to be twisted
When you called it an opiate
A simple way to cope
And yet I think you shouldn't skip if you haven't worn the shoes
of sulphur
The trawlers drift by
They're chewing dried meat
In a house of disrepute
The dust of opiates
And syphilis patients
On brochure vacations
Fear
Give me opiate masses
Fill up your church porn preachers
And we'll fill up our glasses.
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesque
from Queens
We a safe bet, astrology will say that
Mobb Deep got that forever way you're just a ripple in the past
Ocean of opiate flow
The empire
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WRITER CARLY SIMON
What a perfect night
Secrets lights up the sky
Like fireflies do
ThereÂ's nothing but a silky hope
That old opiate
ass
We've got a whole new class of opiates
To blunt the stench of discontent
In these corporation nation-states
Where the loudest live to trample
The enemy of truth is lying there in state
A shiny new agenda, birthed from a depraved mind
Of failing us on purpose, to culturally sanitize
Its opiates
yuh (yuh)
Ayy, yuh (ayy)
I got opiate in my mothafuckin' vein, yuh (ayy, yuh)
I got orca blade in my mothafuckin' hand, yuh (ayy, yuh)
Kill my
myself through this loneliness
I'm gettin' better at tellin' people no
I ain't never puttin' a bitch over these opiates
The Black & Milds becoming like
But brother she's a wicked sister
Subtle and sly, watch it mister
And take my advice, stay away
Or number your days
Opiate clouds surround you
senses
Like an opiate in the brain
Mary shut the garden door
Looks a lot like rain
Mary shut the garden door
Mary shut the garden door
We pounded
everyday when I get up
I see folks trading in their crowns
for all these paper or plastic lives;
An opiate for the masses hounds.
And pride, like a vestige
coping copious amounts of opiates
Tried to start a union, but they blocked me like a Soviet
I hope they get it, I'm sick of explaining history
I'm
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
It's superficial progress, they call it liberation
With opiates of silicon, Big Brother schemes to rule the nation
We're
The massive beating, opiate
Apocalyptic conception,
Planted, its seething reprobates
Unremitting desolation
There is no reprieve
The end goes
The angel's eyes
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