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Tytuł: Hey Fred

  • Wykonawca: Rehab
  • Wy¶wietleń: 479
Nicoderm patch and a Marlboro red
  Wild turkey out the bottle gauz covers where the wrists bled
  Begged and pled and fled rockin' a hospital gown brain dead
  Hitched a ride with a guy named Fred
  
  Hey Fred, fuck that rehab shit
  Cause I don't know if I want peace that bad
  Seems that I'm so comfortable, uncomfortable and sad
  But everybody else gets so damn mad
  
  Objects in the mirror are closere than they apprear
  I look half dead from here and I need bread for beer
  There probably discovering my empty bed about now
  No turning back, oh my God
  I turn up the radio, rain smackin' the window
  I'm the Mario inside the super Nintendo
  Can't hide when your sick
  And the chemicals are holding the joystick
  
  Hey Fred, fuck that rehab shit
  Cause I don't know if I want peace that bad
  Seems that I'm so comfortable, uncomfortable and sad
  But everybody else gets so damn mad
  
  Vegitation euforic hope, I'm graspin
  Walkin' out the mathadone clinic
  Fuck it, I'm relasin'
  Geeked up on more snow than Aspen
  Lookin' for fudge ripple I got my rig
  Life is good, oh how you fig
  Pump up my dose to tripple
  Main line noddin' out fallin' on my spine
  CC's and cheap wine back to the land of the blind
  Rewind, opium dens knockin' out brain cells
  In the tens of thousands
  Hookers and junkie hens and shitty housin
  How arousing, day siz in the desert
  On a horse with no name
  Gradual suicide but whose to blame
  I guess it's nobody's fault, I'm just lame
  Nothin' stops cause if I'm headed back to Detox
  I'm drinkin' Clorox
  
  Hey Fred, fuck that rehab shit
  Cause I don't know if I want peace that bad
  Seems that I'm so comfortable, uncomfortable and sad
  But everybody else gets so damn mad
  
  Quick Fred floor it, I gotta get away
  Hands me a J said it'll be okay
  Like an old friend is the smell and the taste
  You know Fred I just couldn't take that place
  
  Hey Fred, fuck that rehab shit
  Cause I don't know if I want peace that bad
  Seems that I'm so comfortable, uncomfortable and sad
  But everybody else gets so damn mad