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o f t b - body and soul lyrics

[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 gl-ss
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 p-ss
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 n-gg- got stoned and left us out here alone
i know i gots to quit before my future unfolds
this sh-t got the best of my body and soul

[hook]

“picture your dreams on a triple beam”
“don’t underestimate the power of the b-tches”

[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 d-mn 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 n-gg- 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]

- o f t b lyrics

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