OFTB (One For The Braves)

OFTB (One For The Braves) - Body And Soul lyrics

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(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

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Language: English

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