Dope

All what everybody says is just another clue.
You always wonder how it is like to be
getting wasted all night long with chicks all around me.
Chorus:
I want some more,
I need my dope,
lit up just one more time
and I hope it will be fine.
Every fucking night looking for some dust,
every fucking day floating for some cash.
«You're a junky man, that’s who you are!»,
but I don’t care, I just want my stuff back.
Who cares what’s good me?
Who am I supposed to be?
Who cares what’s good me?
Who am I supposed to be?
Chorus:
I want some more,
I need my dope,
lit up just one more time
and I hope it will be fine.
Solo…
Chorus:
I want some more,
I need my dope,
lit up just one more time
and I hope it will be fine.