Addict
My God, I'm down afar
Beneath the stars above
I thank you, Lord, for showing me my drug
Your lust, your touch, your eyes, your lips got me fucked up on scene (on the scene)
And your skin, your hair upon my hand feels just like a drug to me
That smoke my lungs, your body on me, got me like an addict, please
And I can't help the way I feel, so take another shot with me
God gave you this body now, please, show me your blessings
I'm about to eat again, and I ain't talking 'bout breakfast
Put your legs above my head, go and mark it off my checklist
I'm not flexin' but you comin' in first is always expected baby
Been thinking about it for a minute, you should come on through
Put my hand around your neck, trying to put you in the mood
Get to breathing hot and heavy with these hands just like my sword
I'm the truth, let me show you where's the proof
Your lust, your touch, your eyes, your lips got me fucked up on scene (on the scene)
And your skin, your hair upon my skin feels just like a drug to me
That smoke my lungs, your body on me, got me like an addict, please
I can't help the way I feel, so take another shot with me
From the bedroom to the kitchen, put you on that bathroom counter
Back shots in the laundry room until we hit them showers
I just need me a minute now, better yet an hour
It's your time, but just let's take it slow
Need a man who's down to ride (give me more)
But that's just not me, you know (serving less)
So while I'm here, show me all the things I love before you go (let 'em go)
Your lust, your touch, your eyes, your lips got me fucked up on scene (on scene)
And your skin, your hair upon my skin feels just like a drug to me (a drug to me yea, yea)
That smoke my lungs, your body on me, got me like an addict, please (oh, please)
And I can't help the way I feel, so take another shot with me (a shot with me yea, yea)
Beneath the stars above
I thank you, Lord, for showing me my drug
Your lust, your touch, your eyes, your lips got me fucked up on scene (on the scene)
And your skin, your hair upon my hand feels just like a drug to me
That smoke my lungs, your body on me, got me like an addict, please
And I can't help the way I feel, so take another shot with me
God gave you this body now, please, show me your blessings
I'm about to eat again, and I ain't talking 'bout breakfast
Put your legs above my head, go and mark it off my checklist
I'm not flexin' but you comin' in first is always expected baby
Been thinking about it for a minute, you should come on through
Put my hand around your neck, trying to put you in the mood
Get to breathing hot and heavy with these hands just like my sword
I'm the truth, let me show you where's the proof
Your lust, your touch, your eyes, your lips got me fucked up on scene (on the scene)
And your skin, your hair upon my skin feels just like a drug to me
That smoke my lungs, your body on me, got me like an addict, please
I can't help the way I feel, so take another shot with me
From the bedroom to the kitchen, put you on that bathroom counter
Back shots in the laundry room until we hit them showers
I just need me a minute now, better yet an hour
It's your time, but just let's take it slow
Need a man who's down to ride (give me more)
But that's just not me, you know (serving less)
So while I'm here, show me all the things I love before you go (let 'em go)
Your lust, your touch, your eyes, your lips got me fucked up on scene (on scene)
And your skin, your hair upon my skin feels just like a drug to me (a drug to me yea, yea)
That smoke my lungs, your body on me, got me like an addict, please (oh, please)
And I can't help the way I feel, so take another shot with me (a shot with me yea, yea)
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Writer(s): Demetric Jennings
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