Naked Lunch - Nacho Picasso

All the drugs I abused and I’m still not amused

All the drugs I abused and I’m still not amused

And I’m still not amused

And I’m still not amused

And I’m still not amused

All the drugs I a-

I’m drugged up, got drug out

I tried to slide home safe from the dugout

Rub me the wrong way and get rubbed out

My eyes either too low or they bugged out

You had a hangover every time we hung out

Bitches want to come over with they tongue out

You know what young ‘bout, tryna cough a lung out

We used to dumb out, running from the jump-out

I’m the highest in the house like the attic

I’m an addict with stains on my manik

My brain is enchanted by seeds that they planted

Can’t take a seat ‘cause my heartbeat is rapid

Dagnabit, bad habits im rodge rabbit

I just took a key bump from Bob Saget

Save my blunts for a day and build a log cabin

Gave my bitch CPR, that’s what I call captain

Permafrosting, Waterworld--Pee Wee Sherman

And my dad used to shoot up--higher learning

We was pool buds, grew up fire burning

Used to spend the night;

grandma hide the bourbon

Life’s a beach, I’m sprawled in the sand bruh

With a model making love to the camera

You at the pub making love to your hand bruh

Head & Shoulders, the coke’s devils dandruff

Heath Cliff and my bitch Dorothy Dandridge

She put a gram on the mural, watch it vanish

She do a whole bottle a day, how she manage?

She a pro like Dickinson, Janis

Joplin, coppin' sips from the chalice

Naked lunch, having brunch with the mantis

Nacho Picasso, come and sniff the canvas

I’m sorry Dorothy, but this is not Kansas

Watching Heroin Monroe, Crack Nicholson

Hollyhood, don’t it feel magnificent?

Try to kick, but I know your back sniffin' it

I’m not a Family Guy, can’t Peter Griffin it

‘Cause I’m a bad guy, I’mma do it different

Since my dad died the drugs made a difference

In my secret garden, waiting for the buds to bloom

Drunk as Jack Sparrow searching for Orlando Shrooms

Art class, white kids used to smell the fumes

I would finger all the girls, tell ‘em «smell the poon»

I get high as Moon, I could jab the moon

He said grab the street-sweeper but I grabbed the broom

Sid and Nancy and Nacho on Ramesses tomb

Puffin' Bob Marley, high off of Heidi Klum

The lizard king, who are you?

Hi Lucy Lui

In the sky with diamonds like Lucy, cool

Pills, purp and powder

Something’s gotta work

Pills, purp and powder

Something’s gotta work

Something’s gotta work

Something’s gotta work

Something’s gotta

Something’s gotta work

Something’s gotta work

Something’s gotta

All the drugs I All the drugs I

«First, it’s a Saturday night thing when you feel cool like a gangster or a rockstar- just something to kill the boredom, you know?

They call it a chippie,

a small habit.

It feels so good, you start doing it on Tuesdays…

then Thursdays… then it’s got you.

Every wise ass punk on the block says it won’t happen to them, but it does.»