tablefourteen, SIDECOH - Drvgs Lyrics

Blood on the carpet, it's making me sick
Drugs in my system and drugs in my drink
Popping on pills that i mix with my gin
Drugs pick me up when i'm just boutta sink
You shoulda warned me that I shouldn't drive
Trust in the xanax your life on the line
Feeling so down but i'll say that i'm fine
Crack under pressure i'm now in the light
Smoking another straight out of the pack cos
I'm so self destructive i'm boutta relapse
Hook up with girls that all treat me like trash but i still fall in love and they never come back
So sick of snakes that just want me for money, so i cut em off and i start to lose track
Club 27 is calling my name i'm not seeing a point cos my friendships collapse
Love SIDECOH
Drugs took me from you
It's been 18 years
I ain't seen you
Scared you won't recognise me
When I'm free to
Craving repairs to our lives
Like a fiend do
Scared to find out
'Bout the shit that
Uou've been through
Scared that I'll go down a similar path
Pop a pilly to keep me on track
Already struggle with drinks when I'm sad
And I've seen that shit kill people
No second chance
Blood on the carpet, it's making me sick
Drugs in my system and drugs in my drink
Popping on pills that i mix with my gin
Drugs pick me up when i'm just boutta sink

Blood on the carpet, it's making me sick
Drugs in my system and drugs in my drink
Popping on pills that i mix with my gin
Drugs pick me up when i'm just boutta sink
You shoulda warned me that I shouldn't drive
Trust in the xanax your life on the line
Feeling so down but i'll say that i'm fine
Crack under pressure i'm now in the light
Smoking another straight out of the pack cos
I'm so self destructive i'm boutta relapse
Hook up with girls that all treat me like trash but i still fall in love and they never come back
So sick of snakes that just want me for money, so i cut em off and i start to lose track
Club 27 is calling my name i'm not seeing a point cos my friendships collapse
Love SIDECOH
Drugs took me from you
It's been 18 years
I ain't seen you
Scared you won't recognise me
When I'm free to
Craving repairs to our lives
Like a fiend do
Scared to find out
'Bout the shit that
Uou've been through
Scared that I'll go down a similar path
Pop a pilly to keep me on track
Already struggle with drinks when I'm sad
And I've seen that shit kill people
No second chance
Blood on the carpet, it's making me sick
Drugs in my system and drugs in my drink
Popping on pills that i mix with my gin
Drugs pick me up when i'm just boutta sink