Allday, Stax Osset - Milligrams (Ultra Glacial Edition) lyrics

I need to feel it
It takes a lot to get me high these days
In a minute when it kicks in
And the milligrams in my
Blood stream simmer out

Wanted to make a party jam
For the girls with a tan and no underpants
Those type of girls say hey to me
I look vacantly and don’t say anything
They end up fucking my friends
And that's okay with me
'Cause I don’t connect
I mean I used to have her angel wings
To take me to safety
Inject me with her pain relief
And waited patiently for me to come
Off tour and maybe eat
At one of the places we would frequent
We laugh and say some things like
Remember when we said we’d share children?
How laughable
We piss on the grave of these dead feelings
Deeply connected, but so out of love
Regret revealing it's ugly head next
To her beautiful one
I guess I'm tripping, drugs are setting in
Ejected sitting from the jet
That's headed inland
To domestic bliss living arrangement
I can tell it's prison
My parents' evidence it ends in tears
My premonition or worse still
Blank faces and hearts that
Forget their mission i'm dippin'

I need to feel it
It takes a lot to get me high these days
In a minute when it kicks in
And the milligrams in my
Blood stream simmer out
It's hard to lose the feeling
And get it back
But once you lose the feeling it's never back

Am I hypnotising to you when I
Sit here lying to you?
When I think of time spent
With you, I’m sick, try not to spew
I’m not sympathising with you
I’m misguided and putrid
I’m sick, tired and confused
I’m a little like you are
Just different kinds of abused
I miss vibing with you
Drinking wine and some juice
Our fickle minds intertwined and I
Do not regret it
Falling for these girls I hate
Even I applaud my method
Points awarded for effort right before
I saw your message
If I’d not bothered to check it
When I didn't want your presence
If I never saw you again
I mean I’m just being condescending the
Way I talk to you let's be honest
What’s the ending? This isn’t Hollywood
Although I was just on the strip
Passed out at 10: 00pm with
Cheap rum in my grip
In a rented suburban dreaming of
Her sucking my dick
My favourite memory is no longer real
Nothing much is

I need to feel it
It takes a lot to get me high these days
In a minute when it kicks in
And the milligrams in my
Blood stream simmer out
(Three pills and I'm running out real soon)
It's hard to lose the feeling
And get it back
(Three pills, you know no amount will do
Will do)
(Three pills and I'm running out real soon)
But once you lose the
Feeling it's never back
(Three pills, you know no amount will do
Will do)