Music Is My Dope (feat. P.U.D.G.E) [Vocal Version 2]

Music is my dope This music is my dope Music is my dope Nine to five side hustles and pride struggles Look insane going crazy inside of you Mind puzzle we're missing pieces Fines double and hit the precinct (We are) accosted and detained Treated the same whether agnostic or you praying No discrimination for intimidation It just makes for a timid nation Inherited debt and terrorist threats Not a gambling man but now it seems better to bet I'll take my chances making you dance While Diddy's on TV making a band again At this age I can't stand pretend Life starts getting bland and then I'll reach for my pad and pen and let the intoxication begin Music is my dope Till the end of the road Music is my dope Staying high And it keeps calling me man It keeps calling me man It keeps calling me man And it keeps calling me It keeps calling me man And it keeps calling me man It keeps calling me man And it keeps calling me They want me to go to rehab I said no, no, no I don't need that Me sad? Hell nah, you must be mad! Long as I got my fix I'm G-Lad Good to go on hood patrol for three cats A DJ, producer and an MC cat Caught word that they got that dope Make you nod til your neck and back broke Sometimes you gotta feed the habit And I'm not by far the first MC to have it In the tradition of the music lover Who feel the music not because it's doing numbers But wanna use it, cause we got a hunger For that old black smoke, crack, yolk, hash, coke, whatever too etc This is your brain on that dope And it keeps calling me man, it keeps calling me man And it keeps calling me man and it keeps calling me It keeps calling me man and it keeps calling me man And it keeps calling me man, it's that dope It keeps calling man, it keeps calling me man And it keeps calling me, it keeps calling me man It keeps calling me cos this music is that dope Music is my dope, till the end of the road Music is my dope, staying high Keeps calling me like ex-girlfriends Right when I meet the next person Relapsing when I'm vexed for certain Suppressing the feeling of my head bursting Close your eyes, let it carry you away Music if you was a woman I'd marry you today But instead I could carry you in a case Headphones in my ears like needles in my vein Turn it up, medicate Kind of dope cops don't have the authority to investigate Unless it's fake, phony dope, bogus tunes The kinda crap that you study in focus groups I want that real life hit The only thing that makes me feel like this High potency, ears wide, eyes low Cause this music is my dope This music is my dope It keeps calling me, man It keeps calling me man Hi my name is Pudge and I'm a music addict I mean I done tried to kick it Every year It keeps calling me, man It keeps calling me