Joell Ortiz - Devil In A Blue Dress lyrics

Y'all don't know
It wasn't always like this yo

I used to cop it for 65 a gram
Add the Quinine cut throw it into
The grinder till it's sand
Had the bags already stamped ink
Drying and then bam lil scoop and the half
Tape tying rubber bands
A couple hundred dollars used to
Make a couple grand
I was trying to step it up
See this thing had other plans
I found myself wanting to bag up
As much as I can
No mask on my face no gloves on my hand
Used to be at that table
Feeling cool as a fan
Smoking my cigarette sipping brew from a can
And one day I said "Fuck
It!" I'm doing it man
To this day I tell myself
Just how stupid I am
I ran to that bathroom and threw up my ham
Then my eyes got low like a dude from Japan
The high was incredible I felt like a pimp
Knew I was walking regular but
It felt like a limp
But that little bag a day would
No longer keep me high
I moved to the next phase I was doing 3 to 5
My nod became serious my head by my ribs
Embarrassed to see my boys I
Served heads out the crib
Remember like it was yesterday
This custy said "Joell
Can I do this in your kitchen
Man I'm feeling sick as hell?"
I sat there and watched him heat
The spoon with the flame
Extract the heroin and shoot it in his vein
I told him "Tie me up" Tapped
My arm until the vein showed
Then he injected me and everything became
Soo ssllooww wwhhooa now I wake up sick
My bones be in pain I gotta taste that drip
When I can't get off E I gotta make up shit
Hoping they give me credit or
Somebody got a sample
It's turning into a monster
My body's an example
Sometimes I skin pop shoot it in my skin
Don't even look for a vein I
Just want it to go in
Shit make me so itchy man all I do is scratch
My arm could do it's own album
It's got some many tracks
Bumps all over me foot sores
From all the stepping
Face drawn in like them things
From I Am Legend
Headbanger fell off traffic like a seven
They said that GooGoo good I might
Try that in a second
But now the veins in my arms is dead
I gotta shoot up in calves instead
That's what you gotta do to get a fix
My partner ain't got no veins this
Nigga shooting in his dick
Anybody got a shop I'm selling food stamps
Last night I broke into a
Car I gotta cool amp
I like my living room dark
Who wanna a new lamp?
Gotta get my hands on that
Bag with the blue stamp
Meet the lady all my dudes stress
The Devil don't wear no Prada
The Devil's In A Blue Dress