Lund — Addict

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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 its a part of me
This ain’t no hobby its 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