Mornin' feels like a drag when you're all messed up
Ain't got nobody to pick you up
And your phone gonna ring like it used to do
All those you thought, your friends
Well, they turned on you, oh
Like a stone, you flown your life
To turns of fancy and of flight
So you believe what they say
With all their gilded praise
You string up your accolades
They string up your veins
But they won't let you go
They keep a tight, keep a tight
That they'll always be your lover
And they will never know the crime
Break me down to blood and grit
A monkey blood and junkie spit
I still got that same old feeling
And you think back to the time
When you never ever could get too high
Break me down to blood and grit
A monkey blood and junkie spit
I want to take you higher
I want to take you higher
I want to take you higher
I want to take you higher
I want to take you higher
The same thing that makes you laugh
The same thing you eat to live
Same thing you thought you