Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Addiction, artist - Yelawolf. Date of issue: 28.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Addiction |
| Mama always said I was a space cadet |
| That I would lose my head if it wasn’t attached |
| Thank God I was touched with the vision of rap |
| 'Cause I still ain’t got the patience yet |
| To deal with the truth because the truth is sickening |
| So I just leave the pigs in the pigpen |
| I’m sure the devil’s got him a big grin |
| Watching my head spin with moral afflictions |
| Addiction |
| Addiction |
| Addiction |
| Addiction |
| Uh, yeah, fresh as fuck in Atlanta |
| Clique look like a pack of zebras with the Dixie banners |
| Mossy Oak from ankle to throat, mind your manners |
| Pocket full of lures but I ain’t catching fish, I’m catching bitches from the |
| sewer, yeah, I played in it |
| Skipping, jumping rope, and jumping fences |
| And jumping off of bridges |
| Jump out the whip and then knock your door off your fucking hinges |
| Playground full of syringes (Yeah) |
| Greyhound bus, twenty-two pound, send it (Yeah) |
| Greyhound route, two hundred miles, end it |
| Chattanooga to Nashville |
| I watched more cash build through kids hands than a Disney flick |
| He was fifteen with half a mil' |
| Any y’all can’t, the panties drop, dope game, fuck |
| Couple of suicides 'cause they couldn’t pay the plug |
| When little Jay died, I remember the day it was |
| Like a shock that it became just the way it was |
| That’s a sad reality dealing with casualties |
| Like it’s an average thing, as it life was meant to be battled |
| We rattled the snake, took off the brakes of an 18-wheeler |
| And D.U.I. |
| through it casually, survived it, how did we? |
| Mama always said I was a space cadet |
| That I would lose my head if it wasn’t attached |
| Thank God I was touched with the vision of rap |
| 'Cause I still ain’t got the patience yet |
| To deal with the truth because the truth is sickening |
| So I just leave the pigs in the pigpen |
| I’m sure the devil’s got him a big grin |
| Watching my head spin with moral afflictions |
| Addiction |
| Addiction |
| Addiction |
| Addiction |
| Nirvana, had 'em dancing with Mr. Brownstone |
| Guns followed by roses laid on the gravestone |
| C’est la vie, baby is now gone |
| Baby ain’t hurting but the streets is covered in tears |
| Leaving these mothers here to grieve, ain’t no subtle fear |
| It’s obvious and aware, the robbery of a pair |
| Two brothers’ll darken a fairy tale, uh |
| Ain’t it something? |
| That boy wouldn’t hurt a fly, he wouldn’t paint a pumpkin |
| Now he’s a maniac, pack of serrated blades |
| Carvin' his name into his skin in a perverted way |
| Went from a chicken to a bird of prey |
| Went from a spark in the kitchen to an uncontrollable flame |
| That fully auto was tame, now it’s reloaded, cocked, and aimed |
| He picked up the poison when he picked up the loose change |
| That’s what the karma is for dropping chains |
| A penny for your thoughts |
| How many can you spend before you go insane? |
| Life is a bitch, man |
| To drive you crazy 'til you take the wheel and switch lanes |
| Or you could make your deal and take a pill for this pain |
| But the only thing you will conceal is shame, is shame |
| Mama always said I was a space cadet |
| That I would lose my head if it wasn’t attached |
| Thank God I was touched with the vision of rap |
| 'Cause I still ain’t got the patience yet |
| To deal with the truth because the truth is sickening |
| So I just leave the pigs in the pigpen |
| I’m sure the devil’s got him a big grin |
| Watching my head spin with moral afflictions |
| Addiction |
| Addiction |
| Addiction |
| Addiction |