Chemical

[Intro]
"I need a glass of water. I need a credit card. I need a hundred dollar bill."
"I got a twenty."
"She'll do."
"Banana boats are coming. And I need a coco puff."
"A what?"

[Chorus: Mario Sweet]
How many times will I say I’m done today?
How many packs to bust down before the dopes out again?
I need to come down, down, down, down

[Verse 1: Sam Lachow]
Woah, I got the key and the lock (whoa)
I am a drug dealers dream (whoa)
Call me the cream of crop (whoa)
Whoop call me the re to the rock
Why not, if the money is good then nobody ever gotta go home?
Got a table full of bags an enabler in a mask we pretending we ain't outta control
We just laughin' with our posse
Tryin somethin lethal
Man I'll be damned if the drugs ain't evil
All in my cerebral, can’t get enough of the real shit
Hanging with the big boys tryna feel big, uh
Take the residue off of the glass plate
Clear it, scoop the last of it, smear it
I don't recommend a soul to stay near it
Experienced years of it and learned some thangs
You wanna dabble with the perks of fame
But you playin' with a burnin' flame
Perks and caine, and worse, I'll be the first person
To urge you to turn away
I can't drink without cravin' yay
And that’ll have me staying awake for three days
I can't come down without poppin' a xan
And the next day I'm gone repeat the whole thing
For now I
Count money that we me made on a Friday
Hide the rest of the dope from the dope fiends
Not me though, I’m a bandito
I'm going in and out of my mind
I say
Lights please, turn off the lights
I don’t want to see what time it is
I don’t want to see tomorrow morning
And I don’t want the sun to rise

[Chorus: Mario Sweet]
How many times will I say I’m done today?
How many packs to bust down before the dopes out again?
I need to come down, down, down, down

[Verse 2: Mario Sweet]
La da da da
You people are not my friends
Why do I keep letting you in?
La da da da
Why you never around when I'm down?
You're never there when it counts
Every gram, every ounce, every any amount
How much a real one weigh?
How much a real one weigh?
How much a real one cost if you're not paid?

[Verse 3: Nacho Picasso]
Nacho
God mode, Nacho hide me from the blanco
Ridin' on that white horse drafted to the Broncos
Sniffin' like I'm pablo
Got it from the vatos
Locos coco broke hoes and popo’s
Ochos, 8 balls, uh oh's and no no’s
Every time I wake up Nach is with a broke nose
Red nose like bozos homeless like hobos
Success was so close it sucks yes the utmost

[Outro: Sam Lachow]
Come down, down, down, down, down
There are many of us ready to get out, out, out
When the clock sounds loud in the safe house how
Are you supposed to know how many days you been out?
There's a pain in the sound of your mouth, chemical
The pain is chemical, the remedy is chemical
Ooh, woah, woah, woah
Ooh, woah, woah, woah
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