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lt headtrip - gimme what i need lyrics

it goes, “make money money. make money money.” wake up every mornin’ and perform, sh+t it takes somethin’ from ya. goes, “fake money money.” fate funny huh? waitin’ for the punch. yeah there’s bounty for patient. so they told me. hold
weights like a dumbbell pressure. go ape for the numb. none lesser than a nom nom nibbler. ’til the bait looks better every week. nah don’t measure it. i’ll pay for what i get. wait. stay and have a bit. there’s a
break in the wave when it’s safe swim. where you play by the patterns of the faithful winds. then one day you stray and escape its grip. but only to spiral wild into a vacant abyss
whatever. take it as it is. (heard!) play it as it lands. (heard!)
pick your f+ckin’ sticks up. the game is in your hands. (word.)
naked in a fort on the unadulterated sands. waitin’ for the caps to dance
we makin’ tips on top of these low wages. (what else?)
we takin’ hits no matter how hard it ages us. (what else?)
we stowin filters in our pockets to pitch later
we ain’t litterbugs. we only puttin’ garbage in our faces

alcohol and bogies. a little bit o’ weed
feed me. gimme that. gimme what i need
it takes a lot o’ fuel to run this rusted out machine
gimme what i, gimme what i, gimme what i need
adderall and cocaine. ritalin and speed
feed me. please. gimme what i need
i’m takin’ what it’s takin’ me to get me through the week. (i’m weak.)
gimme what i need or imma freak. i’m a fiend

break it up. break it up. no need to make statement of it. i’d love to offer but there ain’t enough
shake it off. shake it off. no need to file a complaint about it. keep that belly achin to yourself
who’s the god, who’s the p+wn? yawn. who f+ckin’ cares? where’s the powder, where’s the chowder? where’s the fauna?
where we goin? (to the pub?) if i could only reach the sun. it’s like only 3 ’til 1. i don’t need to be alone
all fine. all dandy. i’m wired up fancy. that’s shots from a stranger imma wind up dancer. pile high the amphetamine supply. f+ck a nap. drunken in back of soda suckin’ on a baggie
now you’re hooked. lines. sinkin’ into cycles. get up to get downward spiral. i want the energy and mind of a child. not to be a brat, but i think that i’m entitled to some…

alcohol and bogies. a little bit o’ weed
feed me. gimme that. gimme what i need
it takes a lot o’ fuel to run this rusted out machine
gimme what i, gimme what i, gimme what i need
adderall and cocaine. ritalin and speed
feed me. please. gimme what i need
i’m takin’ what it’s takin’ me to get me through the week. i’m weak, y’all
is anybody listening to me? then it’s

tylenol and flonase. a liter of caffeine
gimme that. gimme what i need
nip it in the b+tt with a nip of jim beam between shifts
sh+t. gimme what… anybody got some
adderall or cocaine? i’m running outta steam here
feed me. please, gimme what i need
we’re living in a dream

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