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Saved By The Pills

from Massive Poetry by The Friendships

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I'm a cool dude, doin' cool things
Got no bling-bling other than this pinky ring
Can't sing but I play with it anyway
Y'all lookin' at me salty like some ocean spray

I ain't got a dollar to my name, no fame
No game, I guess I'm pretty lame
The opposite of Bruce Wayne, well, I guess I got pain
I guess I used to have a little cutey at my place

We even shared dressin' space
and slept face to face, but her pace
was quicker than mine
In hindsight, I think I might be blind

Too broke for the rich kids
Too broke for the poor kids too
So what the hell Thad Newman MC gotta do
To stop pickin' up all this dog poo

He's gotta get it right
He's gotta get it tight
Nah, he's gotta get a pipe, to smoke all night
And get too high and ignore strife

I wake up in the morning and I just wanna sleep
But I still get up, I still get up
Every day it gets harder but I don't lose a step
Cuz I take my pills, I take my pills

I take my pills and everything goes white
and I cannot breathe and I've lost my sight
Suddenly, I complete my list
Thanks to the pills, I feel like I'm the shit

I'm the shit, I'm the shit
I'm the shit, I'm the shit
I'm the shit, I'm the shit
I'm the shit, I'm the shit

My inner engine's hummin' and there's no stopping it
My outer engine's somethin' that don't even exist
I'm out in space lookin' for outer-space laced
Cannabis with the power to melt my baby's face

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from Massive Poetry, released December 11, 2020

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The Friendships are experimental pop from Los Angeles. Bark, bark, bark!

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