Dealer
I’ve got it all, powder coated pretty colored pills of every shape and size. don’t
worry about finding me cause ill find you, maybe at the playground of your school
or out on the street. Wherever I am your sure to hear the sound of me tapping my
feet saying,
Come one come all I’ve got what you need.
Come one come all and ill set you free.
Pills not your thing? Don’t worry here try some cocaine. Just remember that I
didn’t cause you all this pain. I just gave you something to help you get away.
And while your sitting there thinking about your next line I’ve already got my mouth
open wide saying,
Come one come all I’ve got what you need.
Come one come all and ill set you free.
Hydroponic or just great chronic, I’ve got both of these you see. I told you before
that I can set you free. And when your life seems to fly and you slowly die ill still
be saying,
Come one come all I’ve got what you need
Come one come all and ill set you free.
Maybe in the end you’ll realize im not a friend. Cause im never going to set you
free im just going to keep you shackled here next to me. Cause im your dealer
and the only thing my freedom will do is kill you.
Copyright © Kayla Taylor | Year Posted 2007
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