Body And Soul (feat. Jewell)

[inhaling] My last time gettin' high

[Verse 1:]

Fallin' in love ain't no joke

Some praise **** 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 ****.

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 **** makes me wonder

Will it be another dose that'll take me under

Or another **** 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 ***** got stoned and left us out here alone

I know I gots to quit before my future unfolds

This *******t got the best of my body and soul

[Hook]

"Picture your dreams on a triple beam"

"Don't underestimate the power of the *****es"

[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 **** 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 **** 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 ***** 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]