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neural circuitry - gdp lyrics

[verse 1]
from a castle in the sky, [?]
and like three [?] just to even out the high
you either be prescribed the sun or shade in a [?] held together with power lines and radio waves
stars aren’t shining on us
soldiers aren’t dying for us
they’re risking their lives for the change
a full ride to college or a meaningless grade
learn not from mistakes we’ve made
you’ll make them be yourselves and open pathways in your brain
to rearrange your priorities
to alter your reality
how come my dopamine levels say low to me?
jersey diners for refills on opium t**th
[?], 60*40 cut (one love!)
broken mirror with my thumb in my gums
and if it’s not your kind of party, they got a pill for that
seal the arizona cans and conceal the stash
and it doesn’t feel as bad when the company you keep has no future plans
we just blame it on circumstance
with some baseheads, tryna sell some broken amps
in a land where it snows on the sand
and every day is day is red flag and every night moves too fast

[hook]
too high to die (this yale’s on [?])
too high to die (name brand prescription alcohol)
too high to die (the devil makes house calls)
too high to die (five pens on twenty bag)
too high to die (i’m calling for my money back)
too high to die (my habits [?])
too high to die (and when i’m dead in the f*cking trash)
[verse 2]
pete can keep the loot from my cds
stiff as a board, [?] stashed in my [?]
smile on my face, nose leaking
say “i told you so” for all those who didn’t believe me
can’t spell funeral without fun, a party’s not a party if i’m not f*cked up
east coast got the opiates
support the troops, afghan [?]
dissociative, dissing your associates
work ’till the sky falls and n0body notices
so we glorify substance abuse
and blame all of our problems on everything but their influence (in other words)
my crew do drugs
we play loud music and we don’t wear earplugs
we f*ck trashy girls and don’t wear condoms
we have babies even though we don’t really want them

[hook]
too high to die (heaven has a rehab)
too high to die (skeeted on a sleazebag)
too high to die (what side effects [?])
too high to die (downers and uppers)
too high to die (townies and star f*ckers)
too high to die (junkies turned mothers)
too high to die (the snowman loves us)
[verse 3]
what kind of future can i possibly hope for when every pen i write with doubles as a coke straw?
and every night’s a close call
when oxy confidence triples with dope cost
what kind of person can i possibly become when my personality is dependent on a drug?
and usually more than one, ’cause too much of anything is never enough
what kind of fans could i possibly have when i’m leading them off a cliff and they’re glad?
they buy merch so i can buy gas
and give me three mags for liking my raps
what kinds of ladies could they possibly be when they wanna f*ck raw after hearing my cd?
seems the future’s looking bleak
record everything i ever wrote then od

[hook]
too high to die ([?] before checkpoints)
too high to die ([?]ing for your best [?])
too high to die (just chilling till the next joint)
too high to die (sharing syringes)
too high to die (where every day’s christmas)
too high to die (swear and you’ll quit this)
too high to die, too high to die (too high to die)

- gdp lyrics

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