Drugs

They just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

Now the drugs don't work, they just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

Now the drugs don't work, they just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

Now the drugs don't work, they just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

Now the drugs don't work

Pretty puke puddle that I'm lying in

Phone alarm's going off, fuck it though, I'm lyin' in

I'm wire thin, I dunno why, I ain't dieting

Maybe it's this Vicodin that strung me out like a violin

Fiend Simon dialed me in, he's trying to buy a ting

It's mad I used to look down at him for piping up and firing

Talking to myself, not recognizing who's replying

I'm becoming so much like the clients that I've been supplying

Fuck the sentimental shite, I'm mental when I get mortal like

I pop a pill and then spike this bitch

I'ma fuck her till she ain't walking right

My buzz don't last for half a night, my comedown's too hard to fight

Euphoria, she leads my endorphins and i'm forced to keep endorsing

This extortionate emotional support

Even though I know I'll never get the same high as before

I just keep shoveling this shit up until my nostrils get sore

Till Si picks me off the floor

Now the drugs don't work, they just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

Now the drugs don't work, they just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

Now the drugs don't work, they just make you worse

Skunk cannabis, about half a cancer stick

Rolled up in a juicy blunt, slow burner, candlestick

I'm with Uncle Mix, cocaine and a couple chicks

IPhone for a couple pics, couple lines off a couple tits

But my life's shit, drugs seem like the quickest fix

Temporary escape from the estates and all the fucking pricks

That's why I'm in such a rush to take the first hit or first sip

E&J burn up my throat, fucking roach burnt up my lip

Then it wears off and I feel like I'm worse off

Lookin' out on London Bridge, thinkin' 'bout throwin' myself off

Nah, that's soft, there's better ways that I could feel his wrath

I got loads of gear in my loft, I got loads of pills I can scoff

Is it Smirnoff, the reason I'm lookin' like a goth?

Fuck knows but I'll tell you what, there's blood coming out when I cough

Spent most of my life in the dark, chasing the light like a moth

Eventually the light will turn off

Now the drugs don't work, they just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

Now the drugs don't work, they just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

Now the drugs don't work

Sensing the party's over, I'm not looking over my shoulder

Lucy pulls me closer, fuck it, I'm bored, let's go, let's ghost her

Sick of all the  boasters, loads of **** sniffin' that Frankie Cocozza

Thinkin' they the Cosa Nostra

So much talk of toasters, gold Rollie's and roadsters

Hoes that make sex tapes and then become role models

On shows and posters

It's clear the end is nigh, the Mayans, they said so, suh

Fuck it, just take me now, I'm done, let's wrap it up like a samosa

Consultant says they're running out of things to try

The **** ain't working right, it's only fucking up my insides

As I document my decline, a famous line just springs to mind

The drugs don't work, they make you worse, every type and every kind

Even ones designed to help you fight just seem so shite

And all the side effects, they leave you with no life and no respite

No end in sight

But these cunts, they don't know what it's like

Ask my boy, Charlie, he'll tell you straight

Real talk and no hype like

The drugs don't work, they make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

Now the drugs don't work, they just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

But I know I'm on a losing streak

As I pass down my old street

And you wanna show, then just let them know when I'll

Sink in your ear again

Now the drugs don't work, they just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again