Testi:
Dim Addiction

Pushin a shoppin cart with the same Cristal bottles you was drinkin out of when shit was poppin I seen a episode on VH1 Documents They talked about your drug addiction

two sets of taillights burn dim and divide, stretch for miles making track marks across what veins fail to carry. you should have taken my keys while

trees And deliver me the scummy Forget a nine to five Overrated me to quit Now a day since legit I get it opposite legit Me and my nigga Kon so addicted

ever wanted to be was an emcee Did a little dirt and found it wasn't for me Poetry flowin through my bloodstream like a drug I'm addicted to rhyme because

D-boy She said, ?Yes, he is a dreamer? Two tickets to the matinee Me and Shorty way back in the day Now she's into films Our thing just starts to dim

I'm telling, your mami do anything And she throwing it back like a b-b-boomerang I went a little bit below her belly ring Like a belly ring, badabing, hm, badaboom Now dim

too far gone, you wanna turn back, But you're unsure if you'll be welcome home. So you figure you just leave it alone, But you're addicted to yourself

the morning Bricks to this old house are breaking Steel would have weathered but now forlorner It's alarming how loud the silence screams No warn, no warn, no warning Addictions

-Fella We invite you to somethin' epic y'all know? Well, we hustle out of a sense of hopelessness Sort of a desperation Through that desperation we come addicted