Junkie Poon Lyrics

She calls me close to midnight

As I'm peaking on shrooms

I thought it'd be a quick drive

I picked up and soon

Headed back with the last half a Bottle of wine

She racks up crank, and Xanax Lines

Well that bitch was dope sick, so We took a trip

Came upon a gallery where she Can get her fix

It was down, in TJ where she Push that black into her veins

Well in that back room

Dirty rigs found strewn with Balloons

Cooked from a junkie's spoon

Yet I'm consumed

Push the plunger

Feel it course through you

And for what

All for some junkie's poon

Blood and H in the mix

Drips all the way to her wrist, la La la la

Cigarette butts from the ground That she found used to filter it, la La la la

I don't need your love

All I need is glove

So glove up before you fuck Them

She got kids, Well that's not my Problem

While she can't find a vein

Crank constricts veins smaller

Well my rig is clean

You can use it after

You smoke that dope you do

In a bulb, rotating ten and two

When she needs dope, she hits My phone for loot

Then she takes me in her mouth I hit the back of her throat

Well in that back room

Dirty rigs found strewn with Balloons

Cooked from a junkie's spoon

Yet I'm consumed

Push the plunger

Feel it course through you

And for what

All for some junkie's poon

Blood and H in the mix

Drips all the way to her wrist, la La la la

Cigarette butts from the ground That she found used to filter it, la La la