Music in our veins

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MUSIC IN OUR VEINS

-CHAPTER EIGHT-

BETA: Hannah
INFO: www. Livejournal. com /users/ draycious
WARNINGS: Bonds, male-male, Threesome, pain.

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Severus froze slightly when he heard that. Fuck? He wouldn’t deny that both of his students were very fuckable, especially now since he was drunk and his judgement was slightly clouded, but still his conscious battled with him. He knew it was an immoral thing to do, to go through with this, but then again it didn’t look like he’d get out of it no matter what he did. Both Zabini and Potter looked damn determined tonight, even if he could smell on their breaths that they too had been drinking something very strong, and perhaps done some illegal drugs as well.

“Fuck?” he repeated. “What gave you that idea?” He asked lazily albeit a bit curious. Potter laughed loudly.

“You’ve got to be kidding me you little slut,” he said unexpectedly. “You’ve been begging us to fuck you ever since you walked in on us,” he said and pushed Severus out of the chair. Blaise took Snape’s arm in a death grip.

Not good, Snape thought through his hazy mind.

“Don’t tell us you’re pussing out now,” Blaise said dangerously. “Because you know the consequences if you do”, he added dangerously and Potter nodded with his arms crossed.

“Never ask us for something unless you’re man enough to follow it through, and don’t you even dare think about screwing us over, we’ll find out,” Potter added and something told Severus they were dead serious, and it wasn’t the usual bullshit talk. Unreasonably angry at being accused of being a pussy he straightened out ad shook their hands off of him. He knew this would only be a one timer, and he would seize the fucking moment right this second.

“I will follow it through and I’ll make it more than worth your time,” he sneered. In the next second he wished he hadn’t sounded so cocky, because those looks on their faces told him this wouldn’t be an ordinary teen fuck.

He let himself be led away from the bar and up to the second floor. They pushed through the crowd and he noticed that many looked at him with envy in their eyes. Apparently he was about to experience something many people sought after. He wasn’t worried, he was a death eater. Certainly he could handle a couple of teenagers. He was actually beginning to look forward to it, morals be damned.

There were rooms located up on the second floor and they led him to one of them. He looked around curiously, trying to memorize the way up there in case he needed a quick escape. It was a habit, it was an unconscious act so he didn‘t even realise he was doing it. Potter stopped outside a plain brown looking door and opened it. They pushed him inside but he could not see. It was dark and he couldn’t see shit, not even his own hand in front of him. He could hear the door closing behind him and a several spells were cast on the door. Suddenly the light came on and Snape almost gasped at what he saw.

“You can’t be serious,” he said at once. Potter raised his eyebrows at him, before turning away to undress. Apparently foreplay wasn’t on the menu. Blaise turned away as well and Severus was left to his own devises. He walked forward until he reached the bed and touched the metal handcuffs. He had experienced this kind of sex before, but he had never been at the receiving end. He didn’t like being controlled, and losing control like that. He didn’t trust anyone enough to agree to go through with it. He looked at the handcuffs sceptically and tried one of them on. Just like I thought, they really are made of metal, he thought. He knew that would hurt like a bitch and leave marks. Surely those students knew that? So why didn’t they have any softening spells or cuffs clothed in fur? They sounded experienced, then why did they act like amateurs with this piece of sex toy? He asked himself. The answer came immediately when he turned around and watched what Potter was doing. He was busy opening a case, and once again Snape frowned and thought twice about that the hell he was getting himself into. Potter opened the case, and inside Severus could clearly see various object intended to inflict pain while having sex. He shuddered at the rod he saw, one that would be inserted in a penis and then when someone rode it, it would hurt like hell. Sure, he could deal with a little pain in sex, it spiced things up a bit, but he really wasn’t into the extreme. To his utter relief Potter didn’t seem to be interested in any of the metal instruments. Instead he threw stuff around until he found some silk ropes.

“I fucking knew it,” Potter exclaimed and picked them out. He then slammed the case closed. “Where is he?” Potter added to Blaise who shrugged.

“Who?” Snape asked sharply.

“Draco,” Potter said. “Perhaps he isn’t coming, he did warn us about that since he is busy with… well you know,” Potter continued to say to Blaise. Severus felt left out but didn’t comment. In a way he was relieved that Draco wouldn’t be in on this, since he had fucked the boy’s father many times with the latest being this morning it would feel too weird. He didn’t want to slip up, saying the wrong name or something.

“Well then,” Potter said and turned to him. He seemed to be the leader, Blaise just went with the flow. Severus raised his eyebrows.

“Well what?” he asked. Potter didn’t answer him, instead he walked over to him in a flash and ripped his clothes so they fell off him and landed on the floor. Severus gasped in surprise. He couldn’t believe this side of Potter. How many people know about it? He asked himself in a fleeting thought as Potter pushed him down on the bed roughly. What happened to the shy and easily embarrassed Gryffindor? He thought aghast as Potter pressed a hand down and inspected his goods.

“Now, after we’re through with you, you won’t be so goddamn cocky will you?” Potter hissed at him as he started to tie Severus’s wrists to the bedpost. Blaise helped with his other wrist and Severus didn’t like this position at all. Everything felt very surreal, and he could also feel he was starting to loose his control even if he didn’t want to. He began to fight the bonds, and desperately tried to get out of them. He tugged hard, and felt his wrists burn despite the silk robes. He knew that silk could be very tight, and somewhere in his mind he knew that the more he fought them, the harder they would get, but reason didn’t apply this is temporary panic.

“Calm down!” Potter ordered him sternly and applied extra pressure at his wrists. He held him firmly so he couldn’t hurt himself. “Blaise, get the powder, I think we’ll need it,” Potter added with a hint of worry in his voice. Severus could feel Blaise moving around behind him, since the bed wasn’t located next to wall. There was a small space between the wall and bed, only big enough for someone to stand in, and he could only imagine why. Perhaps so some kind of sex game could play out that way.

“Get me the fuck out of this,” Severus spat with a slight slur and tugged even harder. He could feel his circulation slowing down, and his wrists hurt. He looked up to see familiar green eyes, and he saw a small trace of worry before it was clouded over with determination again. His whole body convulsed when he was struck out of nowhere. He was so shocked that he stopped fighting while trying to rub his sore cheek, which he couldn’t reach of course.

“You’d better calm down or you’ll have a rude awakening in the morning,” Potter warned him as Blaise rejoined his side.

“Don’t you dare fucking hit me!” Severus spat threateningly, but it wasn’t working very well since Potter didn’t know who he really was. For a second he was tempted to reveal it, but when he thought twice about it he realised that wasn’t the best thing to do in this situation. He didn’t understand why Potter just wouldn’t let him go when it was obvious he wanted out of it, surely Potter wouldn’t rape him? No, he didn’t really think so. Potter was just the kind of person who was very dedicated and passionate to his tasks, and he was determined to make something out of this.

“We are going through with this, whether you want it or not,” Blaise said in a matter of fact as he loosened one of the bonds slightly so he could apply some powder on Severus’s wrists. Severus sneered at him. Fucking miscreant, he thought. He wasn’t feeling the least horny any longer and he told Potter as much. To his great horror Potter simply grinned.

“Oh you will be,” he said confidently and Severus didn’t quite know what to make of that. Was it a promise or a threat? He shook his head. He watched as Potter leaned in to Blaise and whispered something in his ear. Blaise nodded to whatever it was Potter was saying. He didn’t ask what was going on when Potter got up and left the bed, instead he simply watched, and had to crane his neck in an uncomfortable position so he could see what Potter was doing. His restraints didn’t leave him with a lot of moving ability. He could only imagine how they expected him to move later on, he had no flexibility what so ever. He shrugged in his mind. It’s their fucking problem, he thought. He saw that Potter picked something up, but he couldn’t see what it was. Therefore the shock was even greater when Potter sat down on the bed and he could see the objects clearly. He scooted back in the pillows as much as he could. He really wanted to avoid those things that Potter somehow had in his obsession.

“Take it away!” he said desperately and Blaise and Potter exchanged glances.

“What the fuck is the matter with you tonight? I know you’re no stranger to this!” Potter spat at him. No stranger indeed, Severus thought bitterly. He knew very well what the stuff in Potter’s hands were, and there had been a time when he had been in contact with it daily, and it had nearly ruined his life. He had swore to himself to never go near it again, it hadn’t been easy and now when it was right in front of him… well, he had to admit he was very tempted, and in the long run he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist it. He was known for being a man with great self-control, but when it came to this he had nil, zero. He harboured some sort of complicated hate-love for it. He loved the way it felt, but he hated what it was doing to his body as after-effect. Therefore he knew he had to avoid it so it wouldn’t destroy him.

“I am no stranger, but I don’t want it, take it away!” he snapped. Potter leaned in closer and Severus could feel the warm breath on his skin and he shivered. He hoped Potter didn’t notice, but when he saw Potter’s grin he knew he hadn’t been able to hide it. He cursed.

“Are you sure?” Potter said and teasingly dragged a plastic bag with white powder in front of his eyes... “Because it would be a shame to pass out on this chance, since it’s for free, on the house,” he said slowly and licked the bag slightly. Severus moaned at the thought of getting his hands on the bag. He had had a constant battle in his mind since he has stopped using, and he knew that today he wouldn’t be able to resist.

“Give it!” he said in a slightly defeated voice. He was also quite curious since he didn’t often come across the white stuff, since when he used he had mostly used the brown powder variant. It was the same shit, heroin, but still. He had never been into cocaine, he didn’t like the thought of snorting until his nose fell apart, it was bad enough as it were. Still, back then he couldn’t help but mistreating his veins with the drugs during his worst period of addiction. There had been a time when he had had so many needle holes, that he had had a hard time finding place for a new one. He constantly had to hide his arms, but that didn’t matter since he had to wear long sleeves anyways, because of his dark mark. He had tried to hide his addiction from everyone he came across, but in the long run it was impossible to keep it a secret. Those close to him realized his problems pretty quickly, but they hadn’t really helped him. Then again he hadn’t been open for any kind of help either.

“You want it?” Potter asked. “I thought you screamed for me to take it away… perhaps I should…” he said slowly and dragged his voice as he playfully pretended to threw the bag across the room. Severus reacted without thinking.

“NO!” he screamed and lunged forward, trying to reach the bag, only to be sharply tugged back by the bonds. Blaise laughed at Potter’s antics while Severus became angry. Potter really was a brat who pushed his limits.

“Just give me the fucking H!” he said. “I’m tired of your fucking teasing, get on with it!” Truth be told, he had expected Potter to offer him something that stimulated his heart and central system in a quickening way. Heroin would make his heartbeat and breathing slow down instead of increasing it. Then again he had been quite difficult for them so far, so perhaps they thought he would calm enough for them to be able to fuck him with the restraints on. He wasn’t stupid, he knew Potter would never offer drugs for free unless he got something in return. He was pretty Slytherin like that, but at this point the didn’t care. They could do whatever the fuck they liked to do with him, as long as he would get the drugs.

“Fair enough,” Potter said and threw the bag, a lighter and a syringe to Blaise. “Heat it up,” he snapped. Blaise nodded and pulled out a spoon and some kind of bottle. Snape furrowed his forehead, what the hell was that?!

“That shit better be sterile,” he snapped at Zabini when he picked up the syringe. Blaise grinned cheekily and put his tongue out in a quick motion. Severus blinked and Potter sighed.

“Don’t you worry about that, we’ll take care of everything. We know what we’re doing,” Potter said in a milder voice than he had used before.

“Yeah you’d better or I’ll kick your ass,” Snape said bitingly and tried to switch position so he could see Blaise better. Blaise was seated almost in lineage with his head, and in that angle it was hard for him to see exactly what was going on. I suppose I am a control freak like Lucius claims, he thought idly. He felt excitement rush though his body, knowing that he’d soon experience the familiar high, which he had denied himself for almost ten years now. He was startled out of his daydreaming by Blaise’s voice.

“How much?” Severus blinked again. How much indeed, he thought. He had no clue, surely his body didn’t have much tolerance now since he hadn’t used for many years? He decided to take a chance and ordered to be given a medium dosage. Even if it would be slightly stronger than recommended for someone who hadn’t used for many years, he knew it wouldn’t be enough to actually kill him, even if he would balance on the edge. He also calculated all the alcohol he had consumed, so he felt pretty confidant that he had asked for the right dosage.

“What?” he asked when Potter looked at him funny. Potter shook his head so his black hair danced around his framed face. He was beautiful.

“Nothing, it’s just a little bit much, don’t you think? You’ve only just began to take the heavier stuff,” Potter said thoughtfully. He obviously felt some kind of responsibility and didn’t want to give anyone an overdose.

“I can handle it,” Severus said calmly and convincing. Potter looked at Blaise who shrugged. His pale white hand shook slightly as he melted the powder on the spoon. It was obvious to Severus that Blaise needed a fix for himself soon.

“It’s your decision Harry,” Blaise said, once again letting Potter take the lead. From what Severus had seen so far he’d say Zabini was a submissive in the relationship with Potter. Potter thought about it for a while, and in the meantime Zabini put the heroin in the syringe. So far nothing had been about sex, only preparation . Severus wondered if it wouldn’t get any better than this. He would be severely disappointed if this was it.

“Fine,” Potter suddenly said. “Give him what he wants,” and with that he got up and searched through a drawer until he found a cigarette, or rather, dope. Potter lit it and went back to them. He took the syringe out of Blaise’s hand and switched it for the cig.

“Relax,” he told Severus as he blew out smoke in his face. Severus did indeed relax, and waited for the familiar sting to come. Potter inserted the syringe in Severus’s left arm, so it would be pumped out in the blood faster. Severus hissed and ached up of the bed at the sting, it wasn’t much but he loved what it presented. He always became horny when he took the shit. Despite the saying that you would become incompetent, which was the truth for many muggles, he could make his way around that with a simple potion. The other side effects however, he couldn’t make his way around. They were there and unfixable, no matter how many times he had tried to invent a potion against memory loss, collapsed veins, rheumatologic problems, poisoning from the cuts and so on. The list was long, and hardly something he enjoyed studying. He liked to turn an blind eye to what he was doing to himself. He knew that every time he used, he put himself in a deadly situation apart from the obvious, if he managed to say something he shouldn’t, he could reveal himself as a spy. To be frank he’d rather die from an overdose than at Voldemort’s feet. I wonder why the students haven’t found out about my addiction, he thought as he felt the drug take effect. When it was injected directly in the veins, it would start working after only a couple of seconds. He moaned loudly at the rush he felt. Damn, this feels so fucking good! I can’t believe I gave it up, he thought to himself and ignored the little voice in the back of his head that reminded him of what he had turned out to be because of the drugs. The heroin had ruined him, from the inside out.

“You like that?” Potter whispered huskily and slithered his way up his body. He gave Severus a bruising kiss, in which to he responded with equal brutality. Potter pulled back and took the cigarette from Blaise and smoked some more. “I need to get in the mood,” he offered as explanation but Severus couldn’t care any less. He was caught up in the moment. The rush felt so good, and he felt his body numbing. His skin felt slightly flustered, but he didn’t care. He knew it would began to itch later, but he would take that pain as it came.

“This is good stuff,” he heard himself commenting from far away. He could feel it was quick and strong Heroin, which meant it was extremely pure. His body reactions inclined to that. Potter came swooping back down and kissed him again.

“We use only the best, you know that,” Potter said and ignored the snorting sounds which same from Zabini when he snorted a line of coke. Severus only hummed and tried to kiss Potter again, because his tongue felt amazing, but he couldn’t quite reach. Potter helped him out and came closer. They made out until Blaise came back in bed. Their naked bodies rubbed together until Potter looked up.

“Blaise,” he sighed. When Blaise only looked at him with confused and dilated pupils he added “Your nose is bleeding.” Potter said it in a way that suggested the two of them had been through this many times before. Severus recognized that tone, after all, Lucius had used it on him many times ten years previously.

“Shit!” Blaise swore and used a pillow to press at his nose. Severus recognized the reaction as an ordinary scene. A long term user often destroyed the outer blood veins in their noses, and would easily bleed whenever snorting more. Potter rolled his eyes and fetched his wand on the floor next to the bed. He flicked it and Blaise’s nose stopped bleeding.

“Is everybody ready now, or will there be any more interruptions?” Potter asked them irritated.

“Fuck you, I’m the one bound,” Severus snarled. He really didn’t like anyone bossing over him, which didn’t quite explain this situation but anyway. Potter ignored him and began to kiss trails up his body, he began at his stomach which was a great source of irritation to Severus, since he wanted Potter to go south instead.

“Potter,” he growled. Again Potter ignored him and Severus squirmed in his bonds when Potter reached a ticklish spot. He hadn’t felt such a response from his body for a very long time. Since he had quit his Heroin, he was often very cold in bed, but now he felt more playful again.

“If our roles were reversed I’d fuck you until you couldn’t walk for weeks,” he said lazily as the drugs made him slightly drowsy. He felt very content for the moment.

“Nice try,” Potter said and stopped his assault at Severus’s nipple. “But it won’t work this time, you stay in the binds,” He said and Severus screamed out loud as Potter bit down on his hard nipple. It felt good, but it also hurt a great deal, and Potter had probably drawn blood, it was that bad.

“Such a pain whore,” Blaise taunted him and began to blow cold air on Severus’s now proudly standing erection.

“Goddamn it!” Severus said and threw his head back. I wish they would fuck me already! He thought desperately. He enjoyed teasing in bed, but only when he was the one doing it. Suddenly the mouth blowing air on him disappeared, and he opened his eyes only to close them quickly again. Potter and Zabini was making out in front of him, and he felt like an old perverted pedophile when he saw them, and if possible he grew even harder. It was one of the most erotic scenes he had ever seen. He felt himself begin to sweat, and his hands went clammy, fucking up the peach powder. He opened his eyes again and watched them have a go at each other. Potter slowly wanked Zabini, and Severus could almost feel the frustration as clearly as he could see it on Zabini’s face. Potter then let go of him.

“This is moving to slow, I thought we agreed on keeping it hard and raw? I almost forgot that since you decided to freak,” Potter told him and his eyes widened. Hard and raw, what the fuck does that mean? He asked, even if he wasn’t really worried. The drugs kept those feelings at bay. Potter didn’t answer but decided to show him what it meant. Potter raised his legs and spread them apart so he got the ultimate access. Instead of using the bottle of lubricant which Severus had clearly spotted earlier, Potter spit in his hand and rubbed Severus ass. At the moment he didn’t bother to think about how gross it really was, who knew how many mouths Potter had visited this night at the party? He forgot what he was thinking about in the next second when Potter suddenly shoved a finger roughly inside. Severus hissed at the pain. He hadn’t had something up his ass in many years now. He often went to great lengths to keep that from happening. Despite clearly expressing his pain, Potter continued to assault his asshole. Another one was quickly inserted, before he had even gotten used to the first one. He thanked the heavens he had accepted the drugs, because if he felt this kind of pains even through the numbing of the drugs, he really didn’t want to know what it felt like without them.

“Don’t,” he moaned when Zabini also inserted a finger, so he had now three inside him. Zabini kissed him and effectively swallowed any kind of objections he might have. Zabini skillfully began to fondle his balls, and for a moment he forgot the pain. In the next second he wrenched away from Zabini’s mouth with a wretched scream. He tried to get away but it was impossible, he was stuck.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” he screamed as tears of pain glistered in his eyes. Potter was now fully inside him, and the pain was indescribable. He was literally ripped apart because Potter was no small size by any means. He couldn’t believe this, he hadn’t been prepared at all apart from the spit which had dried the second it had made contact with him. Once I get out of this bounds I’ll wring his fucking neck! This isn’t sex, this is rape, Severus fumed in his mind.

“What?” Potter hissed at him. “This is what you’ve begged for this entire time. You want us to rape you,” Potter sneered and Severus also decided to kill the student he impersonated for being a sick twisted fuck. He couldn’t believe Potter went along with this, therefore he was relieved to hear Potter’s next exclamation.

“I usually don’t do those kind of things because I do not believe in them, but you know me. I never back down to a challenge,” he whispered harshly and to prove this he thrust into him again, and it hurt like hell. He desperately tried to relax, because somewhere in his mind he knew he would enjoy this once the pleasure started to overcome the pain. He wasn’t sure what Blaise’s function in all this would be, since he made no move to fuck Potter. He simply stayed up at the headboard with him, and kissed him and brushed away the unwillingly tears which were brought out by the pain. Potter was still moving within him, hard and unforgiving. He began to feel small jolts of pleasure when Potter hit his sweet spot. He began to laugh madly when the pain subsided, and he didn’t care if the others thought he had lost his mind. He could probably blame the drugs for his odd behaviour. He just found it extremely ironic that James’s Potter’s son was fucking him dry. He groaned loudly and Blaise lazily rubbed his stomach.

“Now you like it,” Potter said scathingly. Severus opened his eyes slightly and saw Potter point at something for Blaise. He opened his eyes further when Blaise picked up another silk and flat midnight blue bind, no, it was more like royal blue. Blaise tied it around his neck, hard.

“What are you doing?” he choked out when Blaise bound it to the headboard. He gagged slightly and his throat constricted. His head began to pulse, in few words; it was tight and it hurt.

“Hush,” Blaise said and kissed him again. Severus found it hard to breath, and since he was already breathing pretty hard due to the sex, he felt the affect caused by lax of oxygen quicker than he normally would. He tried to tug at it, but of course he couldn’t reach it. I’m not into this kind of stuff, his mind screamed, but his body told him otherwise. He was further turned on, and the tightening around his neck only made him moan louder. Potter worked up his speed, and Severus could swear the whole bed was moving by the sheer force behind the thrusts. He could feel his balls tightening, and he knew he wouldn’t last long. He was surprised that a simple rope around his neck could make him lose all of his self control just like that. He wheezed out his breaths painfully, and tried to concentrate on the sensations within him that Potter caused. He became a bit worried when Blaise suddenly straddled his upper chest, and pointed his cock in his face. There was no way he could suck him off and still get air, his head already swam and it felt like his throat could burst by the pressure. Thankfully Blaise simply wanked and made no further movement than that. He could hear in Potter’s groans and his frequency that he was getting closer to completion as well.

“Fuck,” Severus gasped as he suddenly came out of nowhere. It was the most intense orgasm he had had in a long time, and he shook and trembled a long time after the initial contractions in his body. His hands clenched and his throat constricted while his warm semen spurted out of him, without anyone even touching his cock. ”Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he chanted as he threw his side from side to side as much as the bonds allowed. Black spots danced in front of his eyes and he knew he would soon loose consciousness because of lack of oxygen. He sank down, it felt like cotton, and somewhere from what seemed like far away, he could feel fingers on him, loosening the bond around his neck. After a while it felt easier to breath, and someone was rubbing something cold on his throat. He opened his eyes and saw Zabini. He looked down on his chest and saw semen. When did that happen? He asked himself. He understood that it must be Blaise’s. Next he realised the bed was no longer moving. Potter laid on his back with his head in level with his stomach, a content look upon his face and a cig in his mouth. Jesus, how long was I out? It felt like seconds! he thought outrageous.

“How long?” he croaked as Blaise released his hands and rubbed some salve on them. Despite the silk they were raw and bloody, and very white since the blood hadn’t quite gotten through the tightness of ropes. He could only imagine what his wrists would have looked like if they had used the metal handcuffs.

“About ten minutes,” Blaise offered before he too laid down. He offered him some smoke and he gratefully accepted, the hangover tomorrow be damned. He had learned never to mix drugs, but right now he didn’t want to come down and experience the pain he knew would be there. He could see the bloodstained sheets. He had thought things had gone perhaps a bit too smoothly, apparently his blood had been used as lubricant. He didn’t want to even contemplate that, so he closed his eyes. They all relaxed and soaked in the afterglow, therefore they failed to realise they were being watched, sometime during their sex someone had taken down the wards. ..


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"One Fix"

About time, I don’t care how you've been
I know you've got and I want it
Long night, and I don’t want it to end
I'm glad to see you coming
I know what they think they do
Say no is what they'll say to

It's my dope, so what's it to you
I know what I would do
For one fix, like this
It's my trip and it don’t mean shit
One fix, with my bitch
And I'm lit, and I get my kicks
One fix

Long drive in front of me
My steering wheel is breathing
I'm high on everything
To bring me down I'm drinking
Wo no, the cops may nail you
Yeah so, I've been to jail too
So low, what can I tell you
Who knows just what I'd do

For one fix, like this
It's my trip, and it don’t mean shit
One fix, with my bitch
And I'm ripped, and I get my kicks
One fix

For one fix, like this
It's my trip, and it don’t mean shit
One fix, with my bitch
And I'm lit, and I get my kicks
One fix

(DOPE)