He said
He's gotta get away
Get little better
Better then yesterday
Got himself
A brand new safe supply
Got a bunch of dillys that he's trading to get high
He's just a crack head
An alcoholic
A f*cked up cider
Got started on a safe supply
He's not
The same as yesterday
Got a couple scabs
And now he's picking at his face
Tells himself
Story only lies
Cooking up the tin foil
Was the ashes of his life
He's just a crack head
An alcoholic
A f*cked up cider
Got started on a safe supply
Oh no!
He's got one lighter left
Broke his f*cking gack pipe
And now someone stole his tent
Living, the best days of his life
Dead and f*cking gone
Because he had a safe supply
He's just a crack head
An alcoholic
A f*cked up cider
Got started on a safe supply
The Grundles - CrackHead Lyrics
The Grundles - CrackHead Lyrics
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He said
He's gotta get away
Get little better
Better then yesterday
Got himself
A brand new safe supply
Got a bunch of dillys that he's trading to get high
He's just a crack head
An alcoholic
A f*cked up cider
Got started on a safe supply
He's not
The same as yesterday
Got a couple scabs
And now he's picking at his face
Tells himself
Story only lies
Cooking up the tin foil
Was the ashes of his life
He's just a crack head
An alcoholic
A f*cked up cider
Got started on a safe supply
Oh no!
He's got one lighter left
Broke his f*cking gack pipe
And now someone stole his tent
Living, the best days of his life
Dead and f*cking gone
Because he had a safe supply
He's just a crack head
An alcoholic
A f*cked up cider
Got started on a safe supply
He's gotta get away
Get little better
Better then yesterday
Got himself
A brand new safe supply
Got a bunch of dillys that he's trading to get high
He's just a crack head
An alcoholic
A f*cked up cider
Got started on a safe supply
He's not
The same as yesterday
Got a couple scabs
And now he's picking at his face
Tells himself
Story only lies
Cooking up the tin foil
Was the ashes of his life
He's just a crack head
An alcoholic
A f*cked up cider
Got started on a safe supply
Oh no!
He's got one lighter left
Broke his f*cking gack pipe
And now someone stole his tent
Living, the best days of his life
Dead and f*cking gone
Because he had a safe supply
He's just a crack head
An alcoholic
A f*cked up cider
Got started on a safe supply
Writer: Drew Harker
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