Blue Sky Black d**h - Naked Lunch lyrics

[Intro] "And you wanna stop. you really do, but it's like a dream - You can't stop dreams. They move in crazy pieces, any way they want to. And suddenly, you're capable of anything." [Hook] All the d** I abused and I'm still not amused All the d** I abused and I'm still not amused And I'm still not amused And I'm still not amused And I'm still not amused All the d** I a- [Verse 1] I'm drugged up, got drug out I tried to slide home safe from the dugout Rub me the wrong way and get rubbed out My eyes either too low or they bugged out You had a hangover every time we hung out b**hes want to come over with they tongue out You know what young ‘bout, tryna cough a lung out We used to dumb out, running from the jump-out I'm the highest in the house like the attic I'm an addict with stains on my manik My brain is enchanted by seeds that they planted Can't take a seat ‘cause my heartbeat is rapid Dagnabit, bad habits im rodge rabbit I just took a key bump from Bob Saget Save my blunts for a day and build a log cabin Gave my b**h CPR, that's what I call captain [Hook] (x2) [Verse 2] Permafrosting, Waterworld––Pee Wee Sherman And my dad used to shoot up––higher learning We was pool buds, grew up fire burning Used to spend the night; grandma hide the bourbon Life's a beach, I'm sprawled in the sand bruh With a model making love to the camera You at the pub making love to your hand bruh Head & Shoulders, the coke's devils dandruff Heath Cliff and my b**h Dorothy Dandridge She put a gram on the mural, watch it vanish She do a whole bottle a day, how she manage? She a pro like Dickinson, Janis Joplin, coppin' sips from the chalice Naked lunch, having brunch with the mantis Nacho Pica**o, come and sniff the canvas I'm sorry Dorothy, but this is not Kansas [Hook] (x2) [Verse 3] Watching Heroin Monroe, Crack Nicholson Hollyhood, don't it feel magnificent? Try to kick, but I know your back sniffin' it I'm not a Family Guy, can't Peter Griffin it ‘Cause I'm a bad guy, I'mma do it different Since my dad died the d** made a difference In my secret garden, waiting for the buds to bloom Drunk as Jack Sparrow searching for Orlando Shrooms Art cla**, white kids used to smell the fumes I would finger all the girls, tell ‘em “smell the poon” I get high as Moon, I could jab the moon He said grab the street-sweeper but I grabbed the broom Sid and Nancy and Nacho on ?Landry's tomb? Puffin' Bob Marley, high off of Heidi Klum The lizard king, who are you? Hi Lucy Lui In the sky with diamonds like Lucy, cool [Hook] [Bridge] Pills, purp and powder [x3] Something's gotta work Pills, purp and powder [x3] Something's gotta work Something's gotta work Something's gotta work Something's gotta Something's gotta work Something's gotta work Something's gotta All the d** I All the d** I [Outro] "First, it's a Saturday night thing when you feel cool like a gangster or a rockstar- just something to k** the boredom, you know? They call it a chippie, a small habit. It feels so good, you start doing it on Tuesdays... then Thursdays... then it's got you. Every wise a** punk on the block says it won't happen to them, but it does."