YOU’RE ADDICTED YA THUG

(original Songwriters: PALMER, ROBERT ALLAN)

The lights are on, but you’re not home,

That stuff is not your own.

You got the sweats, your body aches,

Another rush, is what it takes.

You don’t sleep, you don’t eat,

Track marks, scars so deep.

Target’s nearby and there’s Best Buy,

Surveillance tape, and it don’t lie.

Whoa, you like to think that you can just take all their stuff, oh yeah,

It’s closer to the truth to say ya ran outta luck.
You know you’re gonna have to face it, you’re addicted to drugs.

Might as well face it you’re addicted to drugs.

Might as well face it you’re addicted to drugs.

Might as well face it you’re addicted to drugs.

Same old sad story, you’re addicted, ya thug.

Sirens and lights, ya try to speed,

Runnin reds, and smokin weed.
Expensive tech, in the backseat,

But you ain’t got, any receipt.

Whoa, you like to think you won’t get caught with the stuff, oh yeah,
It’s closer to the noose to say your hands are in cuffs.
Nothin left, can’t fake it, you’re addicted to drugs.

New felonies, facin more time,

The life you choose, is one of crime.

You’re locked away, we all know why,

Cause heroin, is one big lie.

(c) mothaofafelon 2015