Intro:

(inhaling) my last time gettin' high

Verse 1:

Fallin' in love ain't no joke

Some praise dope like the catholic praise the pope

I'm looking at my life thrugh the hour glass

How much longer in this world will i last

Boostin' basein' one of the cops chasin'

Big time i be facin' in need of a vacation

Got hooked in a year never kicked the habit

First day on the streets i still had to have it (body and soul)

Back on the scene a full fleded fiend

Pull a scheme and get high by all means

A quarter spoon a day is my medicene

I ain't never had a high that was better than

When i'm nodding drifting in my own zone

I wanna be left all alone

Some front like they high, but they ain't high

The ultimate high is when you die

Hook:

Please tell me why. i'm hooked on this dope.

It's got me feeling out of control

I can't deny (no no) that i need help

It's taking over my body and soul body and soul

Verse 2:

Being addicted to this dope makes me wonder

Will it be another dose that'll take me under

Or another dope fiend with the same habit

Puttin' a knife in my back like a street savage

And the road that i travel is a dark route

From one stop to another then the jail house

It seems that i'm waiting on my day to pass

Methodul is what i'm on no i can't last (body and soul)

As i withdraw dripped with sweat to make it through the night

But trying to kick this freakin' habit is a strong fight

I seen my girl overdose it's been 3 days

Impuleses convulses send me in a daze

I can hear 2pac tellin' me to be strong

But my nigga got stoned and left us out here alone

I know i gots to quit before my future unfolds

This shit got the best of my body and soul

Hook

"picture your dreams on a triple beam"

"don't underestimate the power of the bitches"

Verse 3:

I'm lost and turned out, do anything for a fix

Dying slow and can't seem to kick the habit

Shot up so much dope i can't fing a good vein

But when i ain't high my whole bodys in pain

So everyday i'm searching for that dogs food

A lost sould in the ghetto like a whirlpool

In a shack with 5 other dope fiends

Who got tracks damn near lower than a soul train

And it's a shame cause all it took was one hit

Straight to the vein now they got a nigga losin' it

A true hustler having money turned junky

I wanna stop but they say i can't shake the monkey

Off my back, i even tried to go cold turkey

But all it did was make me fiend more and mentally hurt me

Quickly running out of time i got to watch the clock

So on mcdownly street caught up in gridlock'd

Hook (x2)