”The sky it was gold, it was rose, I was taking sips of it through my nose
And I wish I could get back there, some place back there
Smiling in the pictures you would take, doing crystal meth will lift you up until you break
It won’t stop, I won’t come down, I keep stock, with a tick-tock rhythm, a bump for the drop
And then I bumped up, I took the hit that I was given, then I bumped again, then I bumped again
I said, how do I get back there to the place where I fell asleep inside you?
How do I get myself back to the place where you said”
Tämä tarinahan voisi kulkea rataa, että kaveri tykästyy amfetamiiniin ja se vie hänet mennessään.
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