Hey, where's my pills?
They were sitting on the window sill
Should have known something was wrong
When last week you tossed my favorite bong
Now it's gone
You're messing with my drug life
You're messing with my drug life
Dime bags flash up in Union Square
People walk in serotonin pairs
I remember it was only play
Devil's s**ing in the proteges
Just shuffle off through the golden mist
Take a number, 'cause you're on the list
And later, off second avenue
If it comes down to the d** or you
Baby, we're through
'Cause you're messing with my drug life
You're messing with my drug life
You're messing with my drug life
You're messing with my drug life