Dope Sick* Hackle & Buckshot

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[Intro: Hackle]
Wickermen, Mound rich
Filled up with regrets
I need some Suboxone
I feel so dope sick
All up in my stomach
Uh, Buckshot, Hackle (Hauntaholics)
Wickermen, turn me up, baby
Mound rich, bitch

[Chorus: Hackle]
I feel so dope sick (Dope sick)
Filled up with regrets (Regrets)
All up in my stomach (My stomach)
I need some Suboxone
Cause I feel so dope sick (Dope sick)
Filled up with regrets (Regrets)
All up in my stomach (Mound rich, bitch)
I need some Suboxone

[Verse: Buckshot & Hackle]
Strapped in a [?] I'm bleedin' from my damn nose
Back against the wall, I'm shakin' on the floorboards
Wakin' up, eyes stuck back of my head
I can tell you how it feels to smoke it off of the foil
I been up, up in the night, burnin' through the midnight [?]
That's the way I fall behind, see my days turn into nights
Bitch, I'm sleeping at the wheel, drivin' on the wrong side
How does it feel to be alive before I die? (Mound rich)
Sick of dope, dope sick and alone
Doctor, can you please, can you double up the dose?
I swear to god, I can't feel the methadone
Sick as fuck, [?] feel it in my bones
Cocaine, hot plate, crushed up, numb face
I am high as fuck past the point of sedation
I like crushing up and mixing my medication
[?] dollar bill insufflation
Better place to be and I need to be released
Dirty life that I live and you know I'm tryna clean
Acetone wash me, acetone wash me
I been tossin', I been turnin', I wake up with twisted sheets (Hauntaholics)