ℒund - Addict lyrics
[ℒund - Addict lyrics]
Kush up on my clothes, whiskey on my breath
My only prayer to God is to ask for death
I still smell your perfume
Like you never left missin late nights
You leaving hickeys on my neck
Kush up on my clothes, whiskey on my breath
My only prayer to God is to ask for death
I still smell your perfume
Like you never left missin late nights
You leaving hickeys on my neck
Empty bottle numbing all the pain
Wake up in the morning
Circumstance is still the same
I’m 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 it's a part of me
This ain't no hobby it's a part of me
I loved you okay? And you broke my heart
And the worst part is
You didn't even know you were doing it
There's a lot of snakes that
Going slither through the game
Try and 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 what i say
They told me I never could 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 too long
Harbor emotion to put it in songs
You think you know me, you got it all wrong
You think you know me, you got it all wrong
Kush up on my clothes, whiskey on my breath
My only prayer to God is to ask for death
I still smell your perfume
Like you never left missin late nights
You leaving hickeys on my neck
Kush up on my clothes, whiskey on my breath
My only prayer to God is to ask for death
I still smell your perfume
Like you never left missin late nights
You leaving hickeys on my neck
My only prayer to God is to ask for death
I still smell your perfume
Like you never left missin late nights
You leaving hickeys on my neck
Kush up on my clothes, whiskey on my breath
My only prayer to God is to ask for death
I still smell your perfume
Like you never left missin late nights
You leaving hickeys on my neck
Empty bottle numbing all the pain
Wake up in the morning
Circumstance is still the same
I’m 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 it's a part of me
This ain't no hobby it's a part of me
I loved you okay? And you broke my heart
And the worst part is
You didn't even know you were doing it
There's a lot of snakes that
Going slither through the game
Try and 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 what i say
They told me I never could 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 too long
Harbor emotion to put it in songs
You think you know me, you got it all wrong
You think you know me, you got it all wrong
Kush up on my clothes, whiskey on my breath
My only prayer to God is to ask for death
I still smell your perfume
Like you never left missin late nights
You leaving hickeys on my neck
Kush up on my clothes, whiskey on my breath
My only prayer to God is to ask for death
I still smell your perfume
Like you never left missin late nights
You leaving hickeys on my neck