| Baby your love is like a drug
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| I need it like a fiend
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| Every time I get it, it’s got me gone like a fiend
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| Every time I hit it, it’s like the best dro
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| And every time I’m with you I don’t wanna let you go
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| See I don’t think you know
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| How much you got me sprung
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| I’m walking around pacin' acting high strung
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| Try to go to sleep
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| But when I lay up in my bed
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| All I do is toss and turn to get you out my head (out my head)
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| It won’t give me no peace I can’t rest
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| Waking up in deep sweat shirt sticking to my chest (to my chest)
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| I feel it deep up in my stomach
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| And no matter how I try just can’t run from it (run from it)
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| It’s like an itch you can’t scratch
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| Waiting on the chef to come through with a fresh batch (fresh batch)
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| I’m trying to keep it together but
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| I’m feeling like I’m going to need you forever
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| You got me on one
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| (Hook: Deven The Dude)
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| When I give you a call you don’t answer your phone
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| When I pass by your house girl you’re never at home
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| I’m doing everything I can just to leave you alone
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| Cause it’s like
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| And everywhere I went man I was looking for that ho
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| I’m going crazy it just ain’t fair
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| I’m in the streets looking for you everywhere
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| People stop and they stare
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| But I just don’t care
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| Cause it’s like
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| And everywhere I went man I was looking for that bitch, oh shit
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| (Verse 2: Gator Main)
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| Hey why you never at home
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| Why you never answer your cellular phone
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| Who that little bitch in front doorway
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| I’m gonna tell her you gone
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| How she know where I stay anyway
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| Hey what the hell are you on
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| I’m in the 5−50 bumping my (?)
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| With a lil' yellow bone watching my television
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| She in love with a nigga but she just won’t admit it
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| Look why you playing hard to get?
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| Why you just want some niggas
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| We in Kansas City
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| I’m the man in the city
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| I’m (?) in the city
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| Say god dammit she pretty
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| I’m a sucker for hookers
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| But don’t be tricking no dollars
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| How bout we gather our children off in a little country cottage
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| And this coupe with no mileage
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| Plus my passenger (?)
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| Now we way down in Houston with ambassador Bun
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| I’m an ace in the hole
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| Your nigga a rapper with guns
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| I’m the jack of all trades
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| And bitch he the master of none
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| (Hook)
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| (Verse 3: Devin The Dude)
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| I saw your friend the other day
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| She acted like she knew something I didn’t
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| Then she turned around and started grinning
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| Like I was the butt of a joke
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| The last to know
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| Started to ask where you were
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| She acted like she had to go
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| Quick, birds of a feather I guess
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| I’m cold and sick, but nevertheless
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| I’m aight, can’t sleep at night
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| I turn and I toss
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| Call you cellphone, but you turned that ho off
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| So I pace the floor
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| I can’t wait no more
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| I try to find you but you know I won’t chase you though
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| Now I’m going through some withdrawls
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| Without you I’ve gotta go and settle for some big drawls
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| And all I want to do is get another dose
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| I tried that other shit but you know what I love the most
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| I plug your hole if you let me
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| But you got me feeling all lonesome
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| Yah, I’m on one
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| (Hook) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On One , by - Bun B. Song from the album Trill O.G. "The Epilogue", in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп