Gadara Swine - Fentanyl Lyrics

I wake up at an early 2:30 it's time to face the day
Plot and scheme and hustle and pawn, anything to make the sick go away
Within 2 hours I have 100 bucks Don't ask me how
I just made 17 phone calls now I'm on the prowl
My boy calls back and says to go behind the Daily Mart
And not to look at the face of the devil when they pull up and park
In the bright of day I make the exchange, can't get home fast enough
I take a different way, everyday, to avoid those handcuffs

Dump it out
Mix it up
Light it
Suck it up
Stick it in
Pull it back
Push it in
I'm immortal

I come to
'Who the f*ck are you?'
I'm in a little room
With 2 men in white suits
I open the door
They say 'just wait!'
I walk away real fast
'Cause I can't think straight

I wake up at an early 4:30 it's time to face the day
No regard for the night before, anything to make the sick go away
Within a half hour I have 50 dollars that I f*ckin' stole
I hope they'll take 50 bucks to get me outta this hole
My boy says he'll do it but I only get 2
He's tired of doin' favors and it will have to do
I make the trade, quick and clean, to avoid incarceration
A few more minutes to relief and sweet sweet salvation

Dump it out
Mix it up
Light it
Suck it up
Stick it in
Pull it back
Push it in
I'm immortal

I come to
'Why's this line so long?'
'Why are you crying?'
Mom what's wrong?'
Hand in hand
Loved ones stand around
Me in a box
In a f*ckin' hole in the ground