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 --- Addiction - Yelawolf