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My best mate is a crackhead, and I don’t know what to do
He’s stressy and he’s now distant, yeah, and that’s the awful truth
He dreams about it all night and, he thinks about it all day
And you can’t get it off his mind, I see him slipping away
Yeah my best mate is a crackhead, no this isn’t a joke
I know him well, we’ve been though hell, but I don’t recognise this bloke
His face is looking so pale, and his eyes have sunken right in
I’m trying hard to help him out, but I dunno where to begin
My best mate is a crackhead, and I don’t know what to do
He’s stressy and he’s now distant, yeah, and that’s the awful truth
He dreams about it all night and, he thinks about it all day
And you can’t get it off his mind, I see him slipping away
Yeah my best mate is a crackhead, ha, plus he does too much coke
Hey where do you get all this money from man, you only work at a garage in stoke
He’s getting ratty and snappy, and I’m trying to pull him back
But all he wants to do is smoke his pipe to Biggy's '10 Commandments of Crack'
Singing there is nothing wrong with me I’m fine
(there’s nothing wrong with me I’m fine, there’s nothing wrong with me I’m fine)
There is nothing wrong with me I’m fine
Yeah right...
My best mate is a crackhead, and I don’t know what to do
He’s stressy and he’s now distant, yeah, and that’s the awful truth
He dreams about it all night and, he thinks about it all day
And you can’t get it off his mind, I see him slipping away
My best mate, well he’s a crackhead
My best mate, well he’s a crackhead
My best mate, well he’s a crackhead now
It's not good man, it's not good
My best mate, well he’s a crackhead
My best mate, well he’s a crackhead
My best mate, well he’s a crackhead now
Put that pipe down your mums watching
My best mate, well he’s a crackhead
My best mate, well he’s a crackhead
My best mate, well he’s a crackhead now
...(repeat)...
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