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Lit Addicted

finger, a girl on every arm He drove his brand new Jaguar while talking on the telephone He hung it up and said to me as he lit a cigarette "Man, I've

out the droughts over and dead now when I kill a track the true story the cause of euphoria the thrillers back next flow level hip hop lover dress code ghetto lit

[Proof] Drug nation, we know no denial We are fuckin drug addicts, ha ha! Don'tcha? Yes! Don'tcha? Yes! Don'tcha? Gotta do it - Kurt Cobain! [Proof

like its clear as crystal and referee official the homie said he like the sound of hearin bullets whistle i drive a automatic i spit it like a addict

your head I've been hustlin' on the grind Slow motion on the krete Posted on the corner In my kicks and starch creased Chasin' a meal ticket So it's shortage on the sleep I'm addicted

the wake up next to even if it's not the one they went to bed with Breakfast at Tiffany's, skip lunch, make sure the dinner table is candle lit I squish

swingin' on the man of steel You was butt early this morning now you kryptonite Mass appeal in the battlefield I had you killed You get lit up right

A ring on every finger, a girl on every arm He drove his brand new Jaguar while talking on the telephone He hung it up and said to me as he lit a cigarette

can calm down so they don't get it twisted Take it from the fire side it wont get blistered Got it What happened oh it's not lit These metal fingers be