Lyrics:

I've got cigarette burns on my skin and I don't even smoke as I'm choking on this kush and I'm ready to be pushed over the edge I need a second to release this mental pressure all my life I was neglected now addiction has me feeling dead and its to heavy blacked out in my best friends chevy el-dorado sitting on top of cinderblocks chopping rocks on the back of skateboard decks where's the meth creeping death heart attack where's the mutha fuckin' jack
I need a breath I need a sip I need a puff I need a hit needy little pity girl self destructive fucking bitch
Sicka than some sickle cell or syphilis or gonorrhea lick tequila off of mirrors waiting on my fucking dealer I need my shit on spec 'cause I'm broken than a rubber check rubber necking yellow lines down mulholland morning time push it to the borderline I'm borderline obsessed and I still have some shit to get off of my fucking chest

I'm haunted by the repercussions I can feel the reaper rushing puffing on some reefer with my hands around the bottle clutching shivering I'm blown to bits what the fuck just one more hit close my eyes to paradise I'm paralyzed I'm over it I'm out of it and showering and flying on the ground and I ain't never coming down unless its downers in my jack and coke mixed up with some smack and coke like a john belushi joke d.o.a at the chatau
I need a breath I need a sip I need a puff I need a hit needy little pity girl self obsessive fucking bitch
Waiting on my dealer has me in psychotic fits counting seconds like there minutes it's been hours since I had a hit I need my shit on spec 'cause I'm broken than a rubber check rubber necking yellow lines down muholland morning time push it to the borderline I'm borderline obsessed and I still have some shit to get off of my fucking chest