Lyrics:
It's my addiction, though
Huh
Let me tell you 'bout the pain in them broken homes (in them broken homes)
Let me tell you 'bout the flesh wounds
an addiction to survive off
other peoples addictions, so i made music mine,
him right there, he ran the spot,
you couldn't make no money without seeing him,
wish you could hide.
But will come out in other ways.
Insecurity's addiction's pain.
An ode to our happiness, you lie to yourself every day.
That's
condition
This lust, a vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
addiction's ex-wives.
But I stay true,
So I thank you for bearing witness while I waste my fucking life.
I, I'm ready to pay the judge.
To pay the judge.
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To Her alone in full submission
None better...
Nymphetamine
condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To Her alone in full submission
None better...
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine
vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
me stable, we're trying to bury me
I was unable to carry away with that task
Addiction's a bitch and it's made
Of a million masks i was in a big fase
day off
3-6-5, I'm stuck to the grind
I can't shake all this good fortune
Addiction is sex, drugs, money
And the spotlight, get some
It's a war
me alone
Center of addiction
Knocks me off my feet
Center of attraction
Gotta come and see
Center of addiction
it
You're my worst addiction
I need a hit, a taste, a midnight fix
So run your fingers through your hair
I'm only human I can't help it
You're my worst
concession
Addiction
My lesson is Al-Anon, Al-Anon, Al-Anon
Al-Anon
Impression in question
Intention
My weapon is alcohol, alcohol, alcohol
Alcohol
I am my
You know she's never gonna tell you, if she likes it this way
You know she's never gonna ask you, if you feel the same
A fever oh an addiction uh,
of the seed
This way of life has become an addiction
Despite right or wrong and their closed superstition
This way of life has become an addiction
Despite
addiction
We all wanna be somebody
We all have a price to pay
You'll succeed
But you'll never throw your past away
Betchya gotta cure for me
Betchya
hear
Sweet somethings whispered softly
Into your ear
To those with afflictions
Prone to addictions
To users and to losers
Doubters and their
Happy snakes are here again
The skies above are gray
Let's drown ourselves in beer again
Drug addiction's here again
Wipe off your shirt when you
The rhythmic crunch of bone
Crucifixion is my addiction...
I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL
When it's one man against the world, I shouldn't have
Downward, the only way
Soulless interaction
Beneath you, dragin' you down
Drowning your soul erased
Altered state addiction
Slowly, into decline
Now baby you're my obsession, my addiction, my love
Don't wanna be without you when I wake up
Will you be there in the morning?
Will you be there when
addiction
Dismissin competition when they roll wit friction
My whole crew be schemin flippy
Like ixing for that chicken
Smith brothas and A on ya
of the seed
This way of life has become an addiction
Despite right or wrong and their closed superstition
This way of life has become an addiction
Despite
hear
Sweet somethings whispered softly
Into your ear
To those with afflictions
Prone to addictions
To users and to losers
Doubters and their
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