Текст (слова) песни: O.F.T.B. - Body & Soul

 
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 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 
 
Hook (x2)
 

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