Weezer – Do You Wanna Get High?

Crush up the blue
And inhale through your nose
Scrape every quark
From the wood in the floor

She said: Do you wanna get high?
Don’t eat no dinner tonight
I took a road trip to Mexico
And scored a hundred count
Do you wanna get high?
It’s like we’re falling in love
We can listen to Bacharach
And stop at any point

Now our bones start to ache
As we cramp on the pot
And we fall to the floor
With our face in a knot

She said: Do you wanna get high?
Don’t eat no dinner tonight
I took a road trip to Mexico
And scored a hundred count
Do you wanna get high?
It’s like we’re falling in love
We can listen to Bacharach
And stop at any point

Keep on doing what you do
‘Cuz I’ll never get tired of you
Don’t need booze
‘Cuz I’ll never get tired of you

Stop the tape,
kill the lights,
close the drapes
And keep doing what you do
‘Cuz I’ll never get tired of you

She said: Do you wanna get high?
Don’t eat no dinner tonight
I took a road trip to Mexico
And scored a hundred count
Do you wanna get high?
It’s like we’re falling in love
We can listen to Bacharach

Cannibal Ox – Painkillers

Elämä on tekee kipeää ja kipua voi lievittää jos jollakin.

“You know we rap drugs and pain kill
Cause life’s ill

Yo, some nights we got so drunk
Its like we miss the feeling
Of a never ending headache
And a spinning ceiling
The sob story of an alcoholic
On his hands and knees
Praying to that porcelain toilet
Whether behind bars or in front of scars
We use medicine to numb the rap bar
I might tell you something that’ll change your death
Pain kills the life
Pleasure loves the breath
Ox a-cappell
I’ll spit this in hell
With L’s hanging off my body
And no ice cooler
Every rhyme I write
Is civilize my future wife
Breaking her water
In a time without order
Yo, chaos is born
A seance is spawned
And I resurrect light beams
That resemble the red dawn
I guess that’s why I was born
To recognize the beauty of a rose’s thorn
And learn from the strife of a soul that’s torn
To be forewarned
Just to be forearmed
So let that thought settle
As we backpeddle
Through the seven seas of info
That’ll crush your ego
Some of us pop pills and snort coke
To pain kill
Some of us rap drugs and bear witness
Cause life’s ill
Y0, but true happiness comes from within
You can’t rely on a substance
Look at addiction for instance
And in an instance
You’ll wake up out of that
Requiem for a Dream
But you still caught it in the rectum

Right here trapped in the box
Thinkin’
Rap’s all I got
Smoke too much pot
Bones with ?chromes? twisted in knots
Cold vein with thoughts
Bubbling hot
Stoned in the bedroom
Writin’ this poem
Off the phone
Caught a head rush
Smoke clouded my dome
At the end of my ropes
Writing these notes
Hopin’ to float
Above this bullshit
Pull spliffs blowin’ the ghosts
The sky’s the limit
Stay high with vision
Visualize the body righteous
Lost cipher
The mind’s wisdom
Helped me through life’s transitions
I’m in a tight position
Hungry-ass shit flippin’
With no sex or wretch
This stress got my chest a mess
Breathless
I’m vexed
Trying to escape out of the depths
Of hell’s nest
So I rest inhale
The trauma blessed
And let the stress exhale
Through clouds of cess
My mind foggy
And body wet
Poppin’ shotties
Shot straight through the nostril
Cloudy with thoughts of ill type menageries
When pops used to tell me
“it wasn’t like this
With drugs and sex
Up in my day”
But poppy
Shit really changed
Yo niggas is losing their minds
And I can’t really blame them
I’m losing my brain
In these times
And I’m angered with hangovers
Ready to ride off a cliff with a Range Rover
Like I was fuckin’ Thelma & Louise
And if I had a trigger I would squeeze
But ?leave?
Blow my whole head off and bleed
Trying to get that same feeling
Every day pain killing”

Third Eye Blind – Slow Motion

Third Eye Blindin “Slow Motion” on kirjoitettu dramatisoimaan median luomaa kuvaa huumeiden käytöstä Hollywoodissa. Blue albumin Amerikan versiossa laulusta on vain liki instrumentaaliversio, koska levy-yhtiön mielestä sanat olivat liian rajut.

“Miss Jones taught me english,
But I think I just shot her son
‘Cause he owed me money
With a bullet in the chest you can not run

Now he’s bleeding in a vacant lot
The one in the summer where we used to smoke pot
I guess I didn’t mean it
But man, you shoulda seen it

His flesh explode
Slow motion, see me let go
We tend to die young
Slow motion, see me let go
What a brother knows
Slow motion, see me let go

Now the cops will get me,
But girl, if you would let me
I’ll take your pants off
I got a little bit of blow we could both get off

Later bathing in the afterglow,
Two lines of coke I cut with Drano
And her nose starts to bleed
A most beautiful ruby red

Slow motion, see me let go
We’ll remember these days
Slow motion, see me let go
Urban life decay
Slow motion, see me let go

And at home, my sister’s eating paint chips again,
Maybe that’s why she’s insane
I shut the door to the moaning,
And I shoot smack in veins
Wouldn’t you?

See my neighbor’s beating his wife,
Because he hates his life
There’s a knock to his fist as he swings,
Oh man, what a beautiful thing

And death slides close to me,
Won’t grow old to be
A junkie wino creep

Hollywood glamorized my wrath,
I’m a young urban psychopath
I incite murder, for your entertainment
‘Cause I needed the money, what’s your excuse?
The joke’s on you.

Slow motion, see me let go,
Oh yeah.
Slow motion, see me let go, oh
Slow motion, see me let go, ooh”

Leftöver Crack – Drug Song

“I wake up and every single day
people make me sick and get in my way.
So you take a load of and you smoke a little pot,
I drink robitussin and drink alcohol alot.

The drug song, the drug song
so all you little followers come up and sing along.
Sing along, sing along.
so toke and raise your bottles to the fuckin drug song.

Smoking dust is happiness, to you im nice and crazy,
when i wake up from my coma and my everything is hazy.
Your smokin crack, your shootin dope it used to be so fun
but now i wanna rule the world and torture everyone.

The drug song, the drug song.
if your workin for the white man then jump up and sing along.
Sing along, sing along.
so toke and raise your bottles to the fuckin drug song.”

Billy Joel – Captain Jack

Billy Joel kirjoitti tämän biisin seurattuaan Captain Jack nimisen diilerin toimintaa huoneensa ikkunasta.

“But Captain Jack will get you high tonight
And take you to your special island
Captain Jack will get you by tonight
Just a little push ‘n’ you’ll be smilin’
La da, da
Oh yeah, yeah

So you play your albums and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking lot
Oh, but still you’re aching for the things you haven’t got,
What went wrong

And if you can’t understand why your world is so dead
And why you’ve got to keep in style and feed your head
Well, you’re twenty one and still you mother makes your bed
And that’s too long”