the world.

i can mingle with the stars„ and throw a party on mars. i am a prisoner„ locked up behind Xanax bars. i have just boarded a plane„ without a pilot. and violets are blue„ roses are red daisies are yellow„ the flowers are dead. wish i can give you this feeling…i feel like buying. and if my dealer don’t have no more„ then…(i feel like dying). only once the drugs are done„ that i feel like dying…i feel like dying.”