DOPESICK

[Intro: Hackle]
This the Wicker Men EP (I feel so dope sick)
All up in my stomach (M-M-M-MoundRich)
Filled up with regret
I need some Suboxone (3AM Gang)
'Cause I feel so dope sick
All up in my stomach (Hackle, um, Buckshot, Hackle)
H-H-H-Hauntaholics
Wicker Men, turn me up, baby
MoundRich, bitch

[Chorus: Hackle]
I feel so dope sick (Dope sick)
Filled up with regret (Regret)
All up—, all up in my stomach (My stomach)
I need some Suboxone (Ah)
'Cause I feel so dope sick (Dope sick)
Filled up with regret (Regret)
All up in my stomach (MoundRich, bitch)
I need some Suboxone

[Verse: Buckshot]
Strung out to the backbone and bleedin' from my damn nose
Back against the wall and I'm shakin' on the floorboards
Wakin' up, eyes stuck, back of my head
I can tell you how it feels to smoke it off of the foil
I've been up, up in the night, burnin' through the midnight oil
Rest away and fall behind, I've seen my days turn into nights
Bitch, I'm sleepin' at the wheel, drivin' on the wrong side
How does it feel to be alive before I die? (MoundRich)
Sick of dope, dope sick and alone
Doctor, can you please? Can you double up the dose?
I swear to God, I can't feel the methadone
Sick as fuck, got a rattle, I feel it in my bones
Cocaine, hot plate, crushed up, numb face
I'm high as fuck, past the point of sedation
I like crushing up and mixing my medication
M box in a dollar bill, insufflation
Better place to be and a me to be released
Dirty life that I've lived and you know I'm tryna clean
Acetone-wash me, acetone-wash me
I've been tossin', I've been turnin', I wake up with twisted sheets (H-H-H-Hauntaholics)

[Chorus: Hackle]
I feel so dope sick (Dope sick)
Filled up with regret (Regret)
All up—, all up in my stomach (My stomach)
I need some Suboxone (Ah)
'Cause I feel so dope sick (Dope sick)
Filled up with regret (Regret)
All up in my stomach
I need some Suboxone (MoundRich, bitch)