Trashed, Lost & Strungout

Whoa yeah!

1,2,3,40 and the thrill in the bright sweet night is a question of you
Trying to be kicking ass to help me out after you know I never wanna go

Before I go high, I'm very down
The only bottle left to drink again and again

The only try for the other way to be, why do I slice them out
When together try something drug you question me what's to coming out
Before I go high, I'm very down
The only bottle left to drink again and again

Come on!

Maybe I set my tracks my life to the fuckin' baby turn to you
And the trashed people asking my head
Until I sweat now tell me what the fuck to do

One day I gettin' to the point where I can't do,
Nothing but try to be strungout on you
Let me down, waiting down below.. for the fleeting past to let go
Well to the end I raise my better half, pimpin' up my own reflection
Forever I saw kissin' you goodbye, to give my soul addiction

Before I walk I need the ground
You know me poor, I never return
Up yours and next you tell me FUCKIN' WHORE!
The only bottle left to drink before I go

One day I gettin' to the point where I can't do,
Nothing but try to be strungout on you
Let me down, waiting down below.. for the fleeting past to let go
Well to the end I raise my better half, pimpin' up my own reflection
Forever I saw kissin' you goodbye, to give my soul addiction