I like being buzzed and I cannot lie,
Meth, crack, coke until the day I die.
In my room , I side-step the doom.
Fantasy Lovers, friends, Boom, Boom.
The white powder in pipes, bubble and brew,
Burn my fingers and then I knew.
I love being buzzed and I cannot lie,
Stoned is everything, written in the sky.
What...four walls fold in on me,
I cannot breathe...I am not free.
I need more, ceiling is the door.
Passing out, mouth of foam, on the floor.