It jumps it pounds, it's bouncing all around, sugar rush, cocaine high, to me it's all the same, the drug I use the one I choose more deadly then them all, angel dust would be a must, but to get it would be a shame, too strong, so long, it never lets up, all this from just your name, I snort it up, shoot it down, in between my feet in head, I love the tingle the way i jingle and the pounding sound, to you like most it passes by, no clue of just how high, a junkie I must be to have the feeling, no the need, i crave the feeling, the sensation the all around up lift, it jumps around, it pounds and bounces all the way, i can't control the endlessness of the racing in my bones, the movement of my jittery legs and the blood that Carry's it on...the cocaine high, the angel dust, to me it is all a must, but this drug is worse it scars you deep if done without a shame, this drug so bad it feels so good, up lifting and addicting, what drug could be so good to be so bad for me? This drug that makes me laugh all day, what keeps me wanting more, it helps me through, it sees me on, it even helps me sleep, his ice cold drug that keeps me warm is nothing other then your love
