Like punch drunk fighters, we stumble through the streets Kissin' in the hallways
We're strippin' and we're slidin', we're fallin' to our knees Wrestlin' through the doorway
Drug sex - We bump and we grind Drug sex - We lost track of time And you never fuckin' done it 'till you done it fucked up Drug sex - I can't believe I'm still up
I could be hungry in another life If I could stand up baby, I would make you my wife
I thought I saw heaven, there was bright white light It was only 7/11 on a Saturday night
Drug sex - We bump and we grind Drug sex - We lost track of time And you never fuckin' done it 'till you done it fucked up Drug sex - I can't believe we're still up
Drug sex Come here, boy! Drug sex Come here, boy! Drug sex Come here, boy! Drug sex Drug sex Drug sex You never fuckin' done it 'till you done it fucked up Drug sex - I can't believe you'rre still up
You're a little white lie, you're a handful of truth You're a funky misdemeanor, you're a mis-spent youth
I want one of them, I want one of those I'd name specific items but I need another dose
Drug sex - We bump and we grind Drug sex - We lost track of time And you never fuckin' done it 'till you done it fucked up Drug sex - I can't believe it's still up
Had my drugs and I want more drugs Had my drugs and I want more drugs Drug sex Had my drugs and I want more drugs Had my drugs and I want more drugs Had my drugs and I want more drugs Had my drugs and I want more drugs Drug sex Get me closer to the honeypot Get me closer to the honeypot Get me closer to the honeypot Get me closer to the honeypot Drug sex Get me closer to the honeypot Get me closer to the honeypot Get me closer to the honeypot Get me closer to the honeypot Get me closer to the honeypot Get me closer to the honeypot Get me closer to the honeypot Get me closer to the honeypot
Compositores: Matthew Ford (Beecroft Pinky), Glenn Easton Dormand, Ross Andrew Johnston, Warrick John Leggo ECAD: Obra #5465126