waiting by the phone eager for a call
glazed dopesick eyes stare blankly at the wall
palms start to sweat i can no longer wait
to start the new day and socially masturbate
beating around the bush is redefined when all you do is
chill and chill on the daily chill grind
nothing to say but we do it anyway
all day every day we chill in every way
he needs his chill fix
the days almost gone and no one was there to chill
so he squatted in the corner and became very still
rock bottom reach dope sickness starts
only way to cope is to mutilate private parts
gray cum yellow piss clear spit crimson blood
forms into a puddle and then into a flood
his chill fix brought him to an end but
he has two last words before his body transcends WANA CHILL
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