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Trunk muzik iii

2019

Addiction

Mama always said I was a space cadet
That I would lose my head if it wasn't attached
Thank God I was touched with the vision of rap
'Cause I still ain't got the patience yet
To deal with the truth because the truth is sickening
So I just leave the pigs in the pigpen
I'm sure the devil's got him a big grin
Watching my head spin with moral afflictions
Addiction
Addiction
Addiction
Addiction

Uh, yeah, fresh as fuck in Atlanta
Clique look like a pack of zebras with the Dixie banners
Mossy Oak from ankle to throat, mind your manners
Pocket full of lures but I ain't catching fish, I'm catching bitches from the sewer, yeah, I played in it
Skipping, jumping rope, and jumping fences
And jumping off of bridges
Jump out the whip and then knock your door off your fucking hinges
Playground full of syringes (Yeah)
Greyhound bus, twenty-two pound, send it (Yeah)
Greyhound route, two hundred miles, end it
Chattanooga to Nashville
I watched more cash build through kids hands than a Disney flick
He was fifteen with half a mil'
Any y'all can't, the panties drop, dope game, fuck
Couple of suicides 'cause they couldn't pay the plug
When little Jay died, I remember the day it was
Like a shock that it became just the way it was
That's a sad reality dealing with casualties
Like it's an average thing, as it life was meant to be battled
We rattled the snake, took off the brakes of an 18-wheeler
And D.U.I. through it casually, survived it, how did we?

Mama always said I was a space cadet
That I would lose my head if it wasn't attached
Thank God I was touched with the vision of rap
'Cause I still ain't got the patience yet
To deal with the truth because the truth is sickening
So I just leave the pigs in the pigpen
I'm sure the devil's got him a big grin
Watching my head spin with moral afflictions
Addiction
Addiction
Addiction
Addiction

Nirvana, had 'em dancing with Mr. Brownstone
Guns followed by roses laid on the gravestone
C'est la vie, baby is now gone
Baby ain't hurting but the streets is covered in tears
Leaving these mothers here to grieve, ain't no subtle fear
It's obvious and aware, the robbery of a pair
Two brothers'll darken a fairy tale, uh
Ain't it something?
That boy wouldn't hurt a fly, he wouldn't paint a pumpkin
Now he's a maniac, pack of serrated blades
Carvin' his name into his skin in a perverted way
Went from a chicken to a bird of prey
Went from a spark in the kitchen to an uncontrollable flame
That fully auto was tame, now it's reloaded, cocked, and aimed
He picked up the poison when he picked up the loose change
That's what the karma is for dropping chains
A penny for your thoughts
How many can you spend before you go insane?
Life is a bitch, man
To drive you crazy 'til you take the wheel and switch lanes
Or you could make your deal and take a pill for this pain
But the only thing you will conceal is shame, is shame

Mama always said I was a space cadet
That I would lose my head if it wasn't attached
Thank God I was touched with the vision of rap
'Cause I still ain't got the patience yet
To deal with the truth because the truth is sickening
So I just leave the pigs in the pigpen
I'm sure the devil's got him a big grin
Watching my head spin with moral afflictions
Addiction
Addiction
Addiction
Addiction

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Uh, yeah, fresh as fuck in Atlanta
Clique look like a pack of zebras with the Dixie banners
Mossy Oak from ankle to throat, mind your manners
Pocket full of lures but I ain't catching fish, I'm catching bitches from the sewer, yeah, I played in it
Skipping, jumping rope, and jumping fences
And jumping off of bridges
Jump out the whip and then knock your door off your fucking hinges
Playground full of syringes (Yeah)
Greyhound bus, twenty-two pound, send it (Yeah)
Greyhound route, two hundred miles, end it
Chattanooga to Nashville
I watched more cash build through kids hands than a Disney flick
He was fifteen with half a mil'
Any y'all can't, the panties drop, dope game, fuck
Couple of suicides 'cause they couldn't pay the plug
When little Jay died, I remember the day it was
Like a shock that it became just the way it was
That's a sad reality dealing with casualties
Like it's an average thing, as it life was meant to be battled
We rattled the snake, took off the brakes of an 18-wheeler
And D.U.I. through it casually, survived it, how did we?

Nirvana, had 'em dancing with Mr. Brownstone
Guns followed by roses laid on the gravestone
C'est la vie, baby is now gone
Baby ain't hurting but the streets is covered in tears
Leaving these mothers here to grieve, ain't no subtle fear
It's obvious and aware, the robbery of a pair
Two brothers'll darken a fairy tale, uh
Ain't it something?
That boy wouldn't hurt a fly, he wouldn't paint a pumpkin
Now he's a maniac, pack of serrated blades
Carvin' his name into his skin in a perverted way
Went from a chicken to a bird of prey
Went from a spark in the kitchen to an uncontrollable flame
That fully auto was tame, now it's reloaded, cocked, and aimed
He picked up the poison when he picked up the loose change
That's what the karma is for dropping chains
A penny for your thoughts
How many can you spend before you go insane?
Life is a bitch, man
To drive you crazy 'til you take the wheel and switch lanes
Or you could make your deal and take a pill for this pain
But the only thing you will conceal is shame, is shame