PAIN ADDICT (prod. Mortem)

("Hey Jordan it's uh...it's Chase. You know- you know me, um. It's your friend Chase Uh, I just got off the phone with uh, um Mrs. uh...Mrs. Tchida and She said she's bout to pull up on you and beat your ass- Stomp your face into the curb if you dont answer your phone Cuz she just thinks that you're at some bitch's house, so uh Either answer me or uh, asnwer Sonnie, yea So you don't get your fa- your fucking brains bashed in") Oh, pain addict I'm a sinner for real Wish I closed my deals 'fore I closed my eyes tonight Wish I thought about my momma 'fore I popped these pills Visual frustration, got a wild imagination, owah I'm, a stalker, heart-dropper when I look in your eyes So imma pull up in a new disguise I wish that I was skinnier, bring me to the cities, I Can't beat all my demons, baby, hold me, hold me You been on my mind for a couple fuckin' years I'm a waste of my time Bitch, I'm outta my line I can't be doing these lines Cuz babe, I'm losing my mind Wish there was somewhere to hide for me I've been travelin' all alone for so long I never fall on my own no more Shawty imma write you a song I hope I write all my wrongs I ain't gon' be here for long, all I know is that you can't run away from me Take a shot for my boo thang Swag is all that I got goin' for me, yeh Kill me in my drop-top Send me off a high drop Bitch be skinny, crop-top Suck me in a drop-top I leave it to the op-opps Said I leave it to the opp-opps Oh, pain addict I'm a sinner for real Wish I closed my deals 'fore I closed my eyes tonight Wish I thought about my momma 'fore I popped these pills Visual frustration, got a wild imagination, owah I'm, a stalker, heart-dropper when I look in your eyes So imma pull up in a new disguise Press me on my own I can't stand these group desicions I'm relivin', yuh Beat her pussy like a stage for real I'm gon' catcfh a case for real From beatin' on his face for real, I swear Imma saw your face, Terrifier You know I'm a junky, baby, tin foil fire I'm playing I be keepin' sane with a left hook on my brain Bitches stylin' like "Germaine", shawty fucked up in her way Beat that pussy like the case, uh Prolly have to do the race, uh, uh Like tha case, uh I wish that I was skinnier, bring me to the cities, I Can't beat all my demons, baby, hold me, hold me You been on my mind for a couple fuckin' years I'm a waste of my time Bitch, I'm outta my line I can't be doing these lines Cuz babe, I'm losing my mind Wish there was somewhere to hide for me Oh, pain addict I'm a sinner for real, aye ("It's Lex- if you're fucking a bitch...that's fine, okay? Okay, just Sonnies' really scared for your life, and she's gonna come...kill you She's really...really angry It's gettin'...I can't- anymore, like- answer the fucking phone")