Addicted: The First Occurence prod. Yung Shvrk 

Shit I should a known
When you fuck with substances
You may never go home
Damn I’m really gone
Need some justice for my mind
Or I’ll really gon be lost

Every morin
Awake a navice
But my projects
Gon blow the speaker open
Remain cautious
In this lawless land
That we conformed in
A week or more in
Streets or this industry
Gon have you brick and Mortice
Low attention addiction pills
Still Losin focus

Do you wanna get it
Do you want it every night
Really itchen for your fixen
Well quit trippin come inside
Just me and all the bitches
We were fixen to take flight
On some shit that's really different
Take a fist full, lose your mind

Man I be seein the devil
Cascade encasing like venom
Jaw teeth sharp on it’s edge
Swallow yo head to your rectom
Engulfed and dissolved by digestion
Slitherin slick like ekans
This tea is makin me question
What’s real and what’s impressions
Uh I don’t wanna freak 
But this shit really be messin with me
I need to sit up and sip on some lean
Wanna go back in time when I was alive
When I thought this shit was a dream
I’m dead inside no need to try
To pop a benzo to relive
Cus I like how the madness be

Do you wanna get it
Do you want it every night
Really itchen for your fixen
Well quit trippin come inside
Just me and all the bitches
We were fixen to take flight
On some shit that's really different
Take a fist full, lose your mind

Like a brother with that denim 
Pay his pistol he gon get em
He got loads of ammunition
He gon sit em
They gon spread em
Grabs knife 
He carves a message
Cross her chest
Adjust the picture
You wanna get in all the letters

Enie Minie minie mo
Chop a knife I grabbed her toe
Let me pop a vien
To see whats inside
Shit the blood exposed
Overflow
On this fuckin vibe
Cus of the booster dose
Overdose
Out my fuckin mind
Think I’m in comatose

Oh shit I did it again
Lyrical Influences had me 
drippin blood off the tip of my pen
I’m my own harold crick 
Writing boring ass shit
That’s stranger than fiction
This hook I'm writin is in
The holiest of hobo bibles
First Juda to fill his veins with
liquid vials
Listen or hope yo tombstone
Won't have this title

Do you wanna get it
Do you want it every night
Really itchen for your fixen
Well quit trippin come inside
Just me and all the bitches
We were fixen to take flight
On some shit that's really different
Take a fist full, lose your mind

Like a brother with that denim 
Pay his pistol he gon get em
He got loads of ammunition
He gon sit em
They gon spread em
Grabs knife 
He carves a message
Cross her chest
Adjust the picture
You gonna wanna
get in all the letters

Addicted - The First Occurrence prod. Yxng Shvrk

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Addicted - The First Occurrence prod. Yxng Shvrk

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