ADDICTIONS - Brent Faiyaz ft. Tre’ Amani

Maybe it's the love, the drugs, the weed, the pussy

Maybe it's all the above, maybe I don't need a hug

Maybe I'm just fucked up

Maybe it's the love, the drugs, the weed, the pussy

Maybe it's all the above, maybe I don't need a hug

Maybe I'm just fucked up

I wanna have more threesomes but you're so territorial

I can't even kick it 'cause you watching my story though

I got ones you seen and I've got some you don't need to know

I done gave more dick than a little

I know I'm the reason that you freaky now

You wish you could be the reason that I settle down

You done gave me all I wanted but I still got

Reasons I should fuck around, I should fuck around

Maybe it's the love, the drugs, the weed, the pussy

Maybe it's all the above, maybe I don't need a hug

Maybe I'm just fucked up

Maybe it's the love, the drugs, the weed, the pussy

Maybe it's all the above, maybe I don't need a hug

Maybe I'm just fucked up (Mm, uh)

Maybe it's all the above

Said, said

I said, "A thot gon' be thot", so I'm like, "Fuck these bitches"

My son got a mother and I love her so it's different

I'm here for one night, so baby girl, what you sippin'?

I'm on some bullshit, my '94 Scottie Pippen

So save the last dance for when I'm drunk and when I'm hittin'

Your boyfriend lame, that boy pussy, that boy kitten

Like, meow, come home to me now

It's me and my niggas, we lit and we wild

Yeah, and we don't care how you feel inside

It's me and my niggas, fuck the other side

This is something like murder, no it's genocide

You niggas living lies, this is civilized

Be careful who you judge and who you criticize

It's all being a people person when they're killing mines

Hard times, sendin' cold chills down my spine

It's dark now, at sunrise I was feelin' fine

Nothin' on my mind, I swear I didn't wanna die

I'm outside on my grind, I don't believe in time

All these haters clockin' me, these diamonds leave 'em blind

Jealousy and envy, I swear that I'm reading minds

Baby momma called, sayin', "Yeah, you actin' different"

All these drugs and these hoes got you fuckin' trippin'

I made a million on the road, you'll be happy Christmas

Sayin' I would stay down but you know I didn't, yeah

Maybe it's the love, the drugs, the weed, the pussy

Maybe it's all the above, maybe I don't need a hug

Maybe I'm just fucked up

Maybe it's the love, the drugs, the weed, the pussy

Maybe it's all the above, maybe I don't need a hug

Maybe I'm just fucked up (Mm, uh)

Maybe it's all the above