The Rats In My Attic Think That I'm an Addict

Yeah-yeah

Rats in my attic, think I'm a fu- a-a-a
Rats in my attic, think I'm a fu- a-a-a
Rats in my attic, think I'm a fu- a-a-a
Rats in my attic, think I'm a fu- a-a-a

Rats in my attic, think I'm a fu- a-a-a
Rats in my attic, think I'm a fu- a-a-a
Rats in my attic, think I'm a fu- a-a-a
Rats in my attic, think I'm a fu- a-a-a

Puttin' on a show while I'm coughin' up the snow (snow)
The rats in my attic think that I'm a fuckin' addict (addict)
Don't panic, take some Xanax and relax (relax)
Sit behind the wheel, we want to go so fast

Poppin' a couple of pills, now you watch me fuckin' trip (trip)
Climbin' on top of the hills, man I'm puffin' up my lip (lip)
Where's a nice place to sit before I fall down
To the pits of hell where I belong 'cause I've been angry for too long

I don't really care if you're not here with me
By my side, you're just here for the ride
I'ma fly by, when I hit you say goodbye
And you die, I'm so high, my girl rolls her eyes and sigh

Rips from a joint, fill my lungs to the point
I can't breathe through the night, feel the breeze I wanna fight
For my life, it's mine, only got one, and I'm runnin' outta time
Bitches wanna hurt me, I said, "go and wait in line"

Rats in my attic think that I'm a fuckin' addict
Rats in my attic think that I'm a fuckin' addict
Rats in my attic think that I'm a fuckin' addict
Rats in my attic think that I'm a fuckin'

Swervin' through the city in my pimped out car (car)
Bitches on the street thinkin' I'm a fuckin' porn star
I'm a twin, but I wasn't born last, never last
You can eat my dust 'cause I'm so fuckin' fast

Crackheads in the alley always try to jump me
This feral bitch Katie, shootin' up and tryna hump me
Makin' G's, stackin' racks, fold your knees and break your back
Your girl hits me up, she wants to smother up my sack

I'm so fuckin' mighty, watch me kill this fuckin' beast
Holdin' up my sword to its throat, so I can fuckin' feast
Girls pass out when they take one look at me
It's either 'cause I'm ugly or my pure fuckin' chunky meat

I whip out my nine, and I make you flat line
Spray your brain on a platter 'cause I wanna wine and dine
Bring your dawg for your hog, he's a hungry motherfucker
He's a nasty motherfuckin' canine, chained up in my locker

Rats in my attic think that I'm a fuckin' addict
Rats in my attic think that I'm a fuckin' addict
Rats in my attic think that I'm a fuckin' addict
Rats in my attic think that I'm a fuckin' addict

Rats in my attic think that I'm a fuckin' addict
Rats in my attic think that I'm a fuckin' addict
Rats in my attic think that I'm a fuckin' addict
Rats in my attic think that I'm a fuckin' addict



Credits
Writer(s): Lachlan Walker
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