Lifting me up like a garage door

I need to feel it when the drug starts coming on

I know you Lord are a jealous lord

I know the tablet is your competition



And I need for you to be reasonable



How much?

She said for three hundred dollars

I'll do it

Beating me down just like a rain storm

I need to feel it when the rain starts coming on

I know the skin is a jealous skin

I know the sky it is its competition