COOKED COOKS Lyrics

Yeah

All around the block

Smokin ready rock

Fentanyl rock

Grinding teeth n knock off their holy socks holy fuck

Safe supply for those in luck

Mental junkies huff the muck

Tweakin besties stayin stuck that's what's up

Man they need help maybe god's help

Wish they be smokin gas, but methamphetamines got them on they asses

Suffer on the ground and pass on there goes another one gone

Aw yeah

Take a huff another puff straight up to the head dead

Devils ridin round putting putting kids to bed

What I said ain't far from the truth

Junkies in the booths

Junkies on the roofs

Junkie celebrating cuz he lost a tooth

Wish it was gas, but that xylazine has got them on their asses

Government funding the masses

Psilocybin's what I practice

Explore the mind without the passes on the ground

Yeah I can't lie

Bought a bean off from a guy

Just one time collage colleague and he only charged me bout two hundred dimes

Every breath all after that was like the best air every time

After that I knew that shit would have me by the grip for life yeah, but these other souls they be on they asses

Smokin heroin in glasses

Provided pipe all for the masses

A safe supply to help the matches from falling down

Yeah

Their bones be nothing but a stack of matches brittle and catch fire when lit off their favorite hit