PAIN ADDICT (prod. Mortem) Lyrics

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 don't answer your phone

Cuz she just thinks that you're at some bitch's house, so uh

Either answer me or uh, answer 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 decisions 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