| Addicted
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| Yeah I’m fucked up
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| Sick of loving someone new
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| I’ll fix it
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| No, I won’t but
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| At least I try and try until
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| You drop me back off at my house
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| And I call up my friends and they all gotta bounce
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| All alone with an ounce
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| Imma smoke till I cry
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| With my eyes to the sky
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| I got you on my mind girl
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| I got you on my mind girl
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| And this time I’ll rewind till you’re my girl
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| Life sucks waking up let my mind whirl
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| Scroll down on your page & I might hurl
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| I hate when I do this to myself
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| Write about a girl that’s detrimental to my health
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| Lost inside a state of mind where talking only hell
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| And the closer that we get I lose my grip and start to yell
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| I lose my shit quite often off in August on my cell
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| When I hit you up and told you that I’m outside of my shell
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| I hate the way you say you’re fine
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| And I can tell it’s just a lie
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| I’d wipe the tears right out your eyes
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| But we’ve already met our demise
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| So
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| Addicted
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| Yeah I’m fucked up
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| Sick of loving someone new
|
| I’ll fix it
|
| No, I won’t but
|
| At least I try and try until
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| You drop me back off at my house
|
| And I call up my friends and they all gotta bounce
|
| All alone with an ounce
|
| Imma smoke till I cry
|
| With my eyes to the sky
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| I got you on my mind girl
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| I’m not your enemy
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| I’m just a boy
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| You’ve got your friends
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| You say you’re doing fine
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| But I can tell you’re wrong despite
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| The way he kisses you at night
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| Your smile shines so fucking bright
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| I think I need another light
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| Addicted
|
| Yeah I’m fucked up
|
| Sick of loving someone new
|
| I’ll fix it
|
| No, I won’t but
|
| At least I try and try until
|
| You drop me back off at my house
|
| And I call up my friends and they all gotta bounce
|
| All alone with an ounce
|
| Imma smoke till I cry
|
| With my eyes to the sky
|
| I got you on my mind girl |