SALVIA Songtext
von Eric North

Sad, you gonna need caution, I′m mad
Stuck in a box made of ash
Don't need a bitch, I need pack
I might push eighty on that dash
I might go fifty on that bag
I′m broke as fuck so I crash
Pick up those pieces and laugh
Smoke and wake up, then I blast


I might go fifty on that dash
I might go fifty on that dash
I might push fifty on the dash
I might go fifty on that bag
I might go fifty on that bag
I might go fifty on that bag
I might go fifty on that bag
I might go fifty on that bag
I might go Cambodia for my dad

I took a planet out of orbit then snorted it at the Ritz
Skinny bitch being one of my favorites to get on dick
Need drugs, haven't even considered, what, fucking love?
Fuck a bitch, all I need is a metal .30 with clips
Tell me how to see myself, I can't wait to be myself
Only demon in the mirror, yeah, bitch, I′ve been to hell
Tell me how to see myself, I can′t wait to be myself
Only demon in the mirror, yeah, bitch, I've been to hell