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punchmade dev - long live heather lyrics

[intro]
we learned today of major spikes in drug overdose deaths, a record 93,000 across the united states last year, with kentucky seeing a higher percentage increase

[verse]
oh, you need a pill? i used to press those
i came a long way, i won’t forget my favorite cuts tho
now i got the fiends hooked, it’s hard to say no
when they come back, they say they love the pills, i know, i laced those
i can’t lie the process wasn’t perfect, i k!lled my tester
i got to pay respects to my fiend heather
she took my first pill and died so it’s shoutout to heather
i was really f+cked up for a week but i got it together
then i went back to the body with a suicide letter
sometimes i think that i should quit but i know that’s never
if you knew the pros i made off music you’d sell them forever
i quit pressing pills in my room, then i threw out my dresser
i just couldn’t put up with the smell
i pray after i k!ll them with pills i won’t go to h+ll
if 12 come kicking in my door today, i’ll sit in a cell
cuz’ they gon find seven different drugs, and weed in the scale
but i’ma lie if i told you i cared
tell me where the junkies staying at and i’m pulling up there
if i don’t then that’d be rare
give some laced pills out for free and then sit there and stare
i’m trying to see somebody die today
but it ain’t my fault, they the ones trying to get high today
i’m trying to boost the stats to five a day
if he take the xan, his family won’t be having father’s day
but that’s okay, i never had one either
was snaked by everybody in my family and it turned me evil
now every time i press the ecstasy, i make sure that it’s lethal
i promise if y’all make me president, then i’m making it legal
like make america fentanyl again
i’ma drop the recipe for percs, let’s hit all the tins
he thought he had a wood full of za’ but i gave his ass red
and then he went crazy and lost his mind, cuz’ i laced his pen
and now he living in a mental home
now every time i hit a road trip, i bring crystals home
i ain’t talking about the rocks, i’m bringing crystal meth
i knew life was short, when i seen my fiend od to death (oh well, dumb ass b+tch)

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