addiction ft. polyurethane Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I got some addictions cause I'm never feeling okay

Got a shorty down by the fire, we work on foreplay

Shorty like the sun in my life, I ain't got no shade

Feeling like you're boby on the Rockets, you get no play

MF doom when I pull up with the mask on

Heard my homie Yaro, I heard he got some ass on

I ain't talking ass, but I'm ripping out the big bong

I ain't talking doorbell, that shorty want my ding dong

Ay, ay, yeah, okay, okay

Ay, yeah, ay, ay, yeah, ay, ay, ay, ay, okay

Ay, I just watch the Rocket lose, I watch him from the box seats

I just count my money up, I get it every two weeks

I just bought a new bed, but she gotta change the sheets

Hitting up that white girl, she hit me up like, totally

Ay, dripping water, man, I'm feeling like a piston

Hit that shorty up, shoot my shot, never missing

Running up them checks, but I count them up addition

Looking at my necklace, you know that shit be glistening

Ay, looking at my shoes, that cost me like three racks

Ay, talking about my past, but I will never look back

Ay, white shoes on, but my fit is all black

Ay, talking all that shit, I leave you with a toe tag

I got some addictions, cause I'm never feeling okay

Got a shorty down by the fire, we work on foreplay

Shorty like the sun of my life, I ain't got no shade

Feeling like you both be on the rockets, you get no play

MF doom when I pull up with the mask on

Heard my homie yaro, yeah, I heard he got some mad songs

I ain't talking ass, but I'm ripping out the big bong

I ain't talking door, but that shorty on my ding dong

What he gon' do when we hop out by that truck

I would give that boy a feature, I can't lie, that nigga suck

Said a hundred for a feature, I can't lie, that's not enough

In my city, when you walk up out that house, you got a keep gun tucked

Better keep that shit tucked, by your side

If you walk up on me crazy, then that boy might have to die

Tell that girl that I loved her, honestly, that was a lie

Five shots to his head, how the fuck that boy alive

Talking crazy, now my mind, feeling hazy

Pouring wok up in the fanta, now looking orange, Princess Daisy

All that love shit, do not phase me

Smoke a blunt and now I'm blazing

White girl on my phone, talking bout her name is Casey

Tell that girl please do not chase me

I got some additions, cause I'm never feeling okay

Got a shorty down by the fire, we work on foreplay

Shorty like the sun of my life, I ain't got no shade

Feeling like you boby be on the rockets, cause you get no play

MF doing when I pull up with the mask on

Heard my homie y'all, yeah I heard he got some mad songs

I ain't talking ass, but I'm ripping out the big bones

I ain't talking doorbell, that shorty want my ding dong