New Bad Things - Ephedrine текст песни

Stay away from the drug store
I’ve left my medication on the counter
25 milligrams of regret…
I think I need a prescription
An idea got lost on the way
Something that shouldn’t have bled
Something that makes me act so strange and
nauseous like Ephedrine
UH-HUH
Flouride on the war path
It makes my cavity go and run and hide
Like a thief, blowin' high
Blood, sweat and circulation
An idea got lost on the way
Something that shouldn’t have bled
Something that makes me act so strange and
nauseous like Ephedrine
An idea got lost on the way
Something that shouldn’t have bled
Something that makes me act so strange and
nauseous like Ephedrine
Oh? Oh.
Ephedrine.