The only thing in my head
Is five grams of cocaine, fly away alone
To the edge of oblivion
I have thoughts in my head
When will all this end
Whenever I’m not alone
Because a white eel will fly in
The only thing in my head
Is five grams of cocaine, fly away alone
To the edge of oblivion
I have thoughts in my head
When will all this end
Whenever I’m not alone
Because a white eel will fly in
I have a damn descent
I don’t catch stars
I lie like a log
I don’t believe what’s going on
I cluck like a hungry hen
I’m like a werewolf to the moon
My head’s empty like a street
In front of your dorm
I melt like a bar
Which is lying on the counter
Going down is when you don’t pull
Brother, my face is getting f**ked up
My head’s a brothel just like on TV
I am not surprised by such a state
Lack of goods, in my mind I get high
Whenever I’ll make it or not
I will sell everything from my crib
I’m actually f***d up already
However, everything is sold already
I’m only struggling with the debts
Nose like Tabaluga
Second day without snorting
Where is the snake? White chemistry
Descending is so damn exhausting
As if the locusts bite off your cock
The only thing in my head
Is five grams of cocaine, fly away alone
To the edge of oblivion
I have thoughts in my head
When will all this end
Whenever I’m not alone
Because a white eel will fly in
Chemistry party I wanna go skiing
To the dealer, not to Alps
Oh f**k, I think I’m gonna die
If I don’t snort something soon
I want to touch the stars so badly
But none of this since I’m on a descent
Total mega damn descent
And I dream of entering like a dragon
Do you have money? Are you falling down too?
Well, then f**k it, I’m not jogging today
I want to kick like a panther
There’s no deals at the dealer
Not anymore, for sure
I think death is breaking me down
I won’t swallow anything, I have chills
How f***ng much longer
This condition will last
I dreamed of a van of coke
And gram of heroin, just for taste
I want to drive in a Cadillac
I run over my friends with my thoughts
But I owe everyone something
The loan option is omitted
Because I am trimmed like scissors
The only thing in my head
Is five grams of cocaine, fly away alone
To the edge of oblivion
I have thoughts in my head
When will all this end
Whenever I’m not alone
Because a white eel will fly in
Dogs on the Discovery
I want to shoot out like from a gun
I want heroin and other goodies
Empty nose I hear murmurs
Do you have Gargamel’s number?
Maybe he has heroin in his cauldron?
