Don’t Get High No More

I don't get high no more
I don't seem to fly no more
I drink all the drinks but they don't do the trick
I do the same drugs but they just make me sick
I try and I try but I can't get my kicks
The way I did before

I don't live it up no more
I don't give a f**k no more
There was a time I was queen of the street
I'd strut and I'd stride but that shit got me beat
Now I can't deny that I can't compete
And frankly it's a bore

Lately I've been thinking about stuff
I'm quite relieved
To concede
I've think I've had
More than enough

I don't pray much no more
I don't say much no more
I'm tongue-tied and trite or I ain't got the wit
The words come out right but they don't seem to fit
I shout and I cry but I have to admit
It's all been said before

I don't get high no more
I can't seem to fly no more
Since you walked through my door

I don't live it up - no
I don't give a f**k - no
I don't get high no more

And there's no need to pray - no
There's not much to say - no
Stuff ain't the way, that stuff was before
Since you kicked down my door