Wax - What's Your Vice lyrics

I don't be judging people anymore man
We all got our problems i know I got mine
But we're all human beings
And we're all equal yeah

I be gettin' fucked up, every day
Cause every time I'm fucked up
All my pain goes away it used to be fun
Now it's becoming a problem
But before you point your finger
At me look at
Yourself and tell me if you got one
Tell me what's your vice

Is it money? Is it pussy?
Is it cocaine? Is it alcohol?
Is it giving? Is it loving?
Is it betting everything on basketball?
Is it money? Is it pussy?
Is it cocaine? Is it alcohol?
Is it giving? Is it loving?
Or is it that you just don't
Give a fuck at all?

They gon' have to transplant
Lungs and clone livers
For me to ever grow to be old as Joan Rivers
I been racing with these demons for years
But at least they run slower than the
Demons that I've seen in my peers
Some of 'em eating pills
Some of 'em smoking meth
Two years smoking and their mouth
Ain't got no molars left
Some of 'em shooting up
Some of 'em snorting coke
He had a hundred million now
Scott Storch is broke no more fortune nope
No more Porsche and boat
No more assortment of model
Whores and exorbitant dope
It's funny yet it's terrible
Like an abortion joke the following is a
Relatively important quote:
You never get that cake back
That you ate in vain
Money disappears like David Blaine
Made it rain hollywood will turn fast into
Your favorite lane
Ain't nothing to say but shame play the game
Tell me what's your vice

MC Hammer was a really kind dude
To everyone that guy knew he'd provide food
Put him on a tour bus
When he was road trippin'
But when the IRS called they
Ain't all chip in
All different kind of people have
Been given the crush we all got 'em
Look at Bill Clinton and such
That motherfucker risked it all for some head
Speaking of presidents
Even Obama smokes Marlboro reds
I can't blame him
Stressing over Iran's leadership
I write raps, and I can't even quit
Ziban I need to quit
But smoking that heathen shit
Compared to love which hate is
Neck and neck even with
I've known women who been cheated
On and beated on
They're never gonna leave him they believe
That they ain't even gone
Prob'ly never fucking will
She say she love him still
Love can be a disease she fucking ill
Tell me what's your vice