Dope Dealer

[Hook]

What's your addiction?
Is it money? Is it girls? Is it weed?
I've been afflicted
By not one, not two, but all three

[Verse 1]

Cold world, Make a pretty woman feel
Empty inside when we thinking that
They full of it
Life twisted, no love
Get sold drugs so pain will subside
From the issues she dealing with
When I met her she was pure goodie two shoes
Always in first place
No line, new shoes
Who knew, I would have her with red eyes
True blues, all up in the mix
Straight purp doobs fool
First hit shit was lit though
Couple strokes, stop, ask if she high
Then get low
To be honest, she ain't know what she was in for
Automatic bond on time
More than the kinfolk
But it's something 'bout a drug
That get you high but take you low
When you overuse it
Like it's something 'bout an opportunity you failed to grasp
Like when a pass is thrown, Over pursued it damn

[Hook]

What's your addiction?
Is it money? Is it girls? Is it weed?

I've been afflicted
By not one,not two, but all three

She's got the same thing
About me, but more, about us

She's coming over
So I guess,that means
Guess that means I'm her
Dope dealer

[Verse 2]

Separate for a while
You think you moved on
Acted like you was good
Knew it was too long
Just know it was never my intention to do wrong
That's what I know
That influence was too strong
For a young nigga
Tryna get his chess game up
To grow up out the spot
You gotta keep ya vest game up
So I gave you the dope
To benefit my own wants
In exchange for ya hope
Now withdrawal kicking in
Situation ain't improve
Need a break?
Need a space?
You missing something
That's true?
True?
Come ride with me
Fly with me
Be the one that's ready to try for me
Lie for me
Said I always brought out the wild side
Of course
An Addictive relationship is a wild ride
Just needed balance and a clear mind
Now that we got that
I'm just hoping we share time

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Can't escape the feeling
God willing I'll marry her
I saw her heart chilling
I would pick her up
Can't collapse, I'm her ceiling
So when shit get rough
And the feelings we concealing
Had us giving up
The crave came, the wave came
Non-American league type
I'm Playing the brave game
Ask myself, "What if she don't want the same fame?"
I ain't chasing it
Man I just wanna rap to maintain
And of course stay on course to floss
The four door Porsche is yours
No loss no cost
That's that dope shit
Who gon do you better?
Any weather through the drought
Who gon get you wetter?

[Hook]