Addict کے بول

Kush up on my clothes Whiskey on my breath My only pray to God Is to ask for death I still smell your perfume Like u never left Missin' late nights She leave hickeys on my neck Empty bottle Numbing all the pain Wake up in the morning Circumstance is still the same Having trouble trying maintain Sanity inside my damn brain Fuck a bitch and then I get paid They wonder why I’m so lonely They wonder why I’m so lonely Wonder why I’m so cold Cause I don't need no help Bitch I do it all on my own Doing numbers you’ll never see This ain't no hobby its a part of me There's a lot of snakes That gonna slither through the game Try to take advantage of your lil' bit of fame That's why I don’t work Unless I’m mother fucking paid Young kid with some intuition Listen to what I say They told me I could never be Everything that I am now All I got is room to grow Cause there's no more breaking me down Been at the bottom to long Harboring emotion to put into songs You think you know me You got it all wrong