Setting The Tone / ADDICTED

Baby you trippin'

How could I go and forget something when you was barely forgiven

I guess you don't get it

You always thought it was me, even when I would come out acquitted

You'd never admit it

It can't be all of my fault that you never find love in a nigga

Blame that on dude that you always go freak in the sheets while I'm pulling strings, he Pulling triggers

I fall for hoes when I already know I won't ever love nobody more than my mother

Even the ones that I told "look, no matter what happens, we'll always be here for each Other"

Doing me dirty and still I would think when that foreign comes, I would go and make it Work

But you don't belong in my passenger seat of my whip, baby girl you belong in a hearse

And that's cause you dead to me