Sharing Syringes

Verse I: Big Sniffins

Back in the day used to fill my nose with powdered snow
Yeah I’m talkin bout that funky medication known as blow
Buy a bag or two and then I’m on my way movin so slow
Runnin out, I’m coming down, I gotta scrap up some more dough
Hittin up the kinfolk, lemme get some cash
Hand it over quickly, need it real bad
Promise it’s for something - vehicle needs gas
I would never lie to you, you know me like that
Got my re-up, now I’m headed towards a dream
Plottin up some ways to get this cocaine from a scheme
I’m coming down hard, this anxiety it seethes
I would do anything any time all for the cream
Got me a bag, fish scale, what it do
Sniffin and shootin all of my problems til it’s through
Nose so bloody, arms filled with holes too
Slowly kill myself, I wouldn’t have another way, fool

Verse II: Big Sniffins

Needles in my veins, I’m that ducked off mane
Swervin down the street, mista grip that grain
Live for the high, but I’ll die for the pain
Junkie muthafucka reigns over this plain
Bitch I’m fucked up, nodding off real quick
Covered in my puke, but I got me a fix
Tell you how you be when you off that shit
Live fast, die young like my name Bill Hicks
Watchu know bout sharing needles in the cut, boy
Watchu know bout doing blow in the cut, boy
Watchu know bout overdosing in the cut, boy
Watchu know bout dying in the fuckin cut, boy
Tell me watchu know bout sharing needles in the cut, boy
Watchu know bout doing blow in the cut, boy
Tell me watchu know bout overdosing in the cut, boy
Watchu know bout dying in the fuckin cut, boy