Lyrics Vices - Blue Franklin

Vices

I pump my tired body full of gasoline
I tell my bitter consciousness that could be me
Then see his face again up on a TV screen
I got some habits that I cannot seem to break
I got some friends that at this point I’m sure are fake
I’m told that I should love myself and fuck the rest
But those same people hate to see me at my best
Drugs, money, sex, mmm
We can’t live without it
Drugs, money, sex, yeah
Don’t even try to doubt it
Drugs, money, sex, uhhh
Uh baby that’s the stuff
Drugs, money, sex, urgh
We all can’t get enough
I turned sixteen and real soon after I got caught
My mum was like: «I can’t believe you’re smoking pot»
I’m like: «But mum I swear to God I’m really not»
Then felt the dime bag in my pocket I just bought (oops)
Everybody sees me perfect, that boy’s got no flaws (yeah)
I hope that the glow up was worth it
I pose and clench my jaw
If you got the body then work it (work it, work it)
And bow to the applause
Look at me under the surface
Nobody thinks to pause
Drugs, money, sex, mmm
We can’t live without it
Drugs, money, sex, yeah
Don’t even try to doubt it
Drugs, money, sex, uhhh
Uh baby that’s the stuff
Drugs, money, sex, urgh
We all can’t get enough
is all the hustle
It’s time to prove yourself
is all the hustle
It’s time to count your wealth
is all the hustle
Please look at all my stuff
is all the hustle
And it was all for what?