Long Live Heather Songtext
von Punchmade Dev

(Turn that bitch up Dinero)
We learn today of major spikes in drug overdose deaths
A record 93 thousand across the United States last year
With Kentucky seeing a higher percentage increase

Oh, you need a pill? I used to press those
I came a long way, I won′t forget my favorite cuts though (never)
Now I got the fiends hooked, it's hard to say no
When they come back, they say they love the pills, I know, I laced those (I know)

I can′t lie the process wasn't perfect, I killed my tester
I got to pay respects to my fiend Heather
She took my first pill and died so it's shoutout to Heather
I was really fucked up for a week but I got it together (c′mon)

Then I went back to the body with a suicide letter
Sometimes I think that I should quit but I know that′s a never
If you knew the pros I made off music you'd sell ′em forever
I quit pressing pills in my room then I threw out my dresser


I just couldn't put up with the smell
I pray after I kill ′em with pills I won't go to hell
If 12 come kicking in my door today, I′ll sit in a cell
'Cause they gon' find seven different drugs, some weed and a scale

But I′ma lie if I told you I care (I′ma lie)
Tell me where the junkies stayin' at and I′m pullin' up there (I′m pullin' up)
If I don′t then that'd be rare
Give some laced pills out for free and then sit there and stare

I'm tryna see somebody die today
But it ain′t my fault, they the ones trying to get high today (not my fault)
I′m tryna boost the stats to five a day (let's go)
If he take this xan his family won′t be having fathers day

But that's okay, I never had one either
Was snaked by everybody in my family and it turned me evil
Now every time I press a ecstasy I make sure that it′s lethal
I promise if y'all make me president then I′m making it legal (c'mon)

Like, "Make America Fentanyl again"
I'ma drop the recipe for precs, let′s hit all the tins (let′s go)
He thought he had a wood full of za' but I gave his ass red
Then he went crazy and lost his mind ′cause I laced his pen (bitch)


And now he living in a mental home
Now every time I hit a road trip I bring crystals home (crystal meth)
I ain't talkin′ about the rocks I'm bringing crystal meth
I knew life was short, when I seen my fiend OD to death

(Oh, well, dumbass bitch)