Bellringer

You huff and you puff Your thinking of pawning your stuff You add fire to your crystal desire Turning it to liquid gold, it just took hold Inhale and exhale welcome to hell Eventually inhaling your liquid gold Gets old and doesnt get you high An idea comes to mind Your sure to fly You mix it together Cottons in the middle You can go in either arm Not thinking of the harm Instant rush your face is flushed Head to toe you welcome the rush Stay in your seat Your spun Your bell has just been rung