Pretty Girls With Addictions

[Verse 1]
Pretty girls with addictions
Lover boys on a mission
To make it work from a distance
But a fix is all that you want

Lover girls with addictions
Pretty boys don't listen
To how it hurts when you miss him
But a fix is all that you want

[Pre-Chorus]
The drugs are gonna kill you if the city don’t first
Karma's gonna catch you and that shit's gonna hurt
The drugs are gonna kill you if the city don’t first

{Chorus]
Through the leaves of a sycamore tree
I can tell by the way that you're looking at me
I don't stand a chance and I'm good with that
Summer left and I'm over it now

Through the leaves of a sycamore tree
I can tell by the way that you're looking at me
I don't stand a chance and I'm good with that
Summer left and I’m over it now

[Verse 2]
City girls with addictions
Lover boys from a distance
And so they come and they visit
But a fix is all that you want

Cover girls with addictions
A couple boys envision
That if you leave you would miss him
But a fix is all that you want

[Pre-Chorus]
The drugs are gonna kill you if the city don’t first
Karma's gonna catch you and that shit’s gonna hurt
The drugs are gonna kill you if the city don't first

Through the leaves of a sycamore tree
I can tell by the way that you're looking at me
I don't stand a chance and I’m good with that
Summer left and I'm over it now

[Chorus]
Through the leaves of a sycamore tree
I can tell by the way that you're looking at me
I don't stand a chance and I'm good with that
Summer left and I'm over it now

[Breakdown]
The drugs are gonna kill you if the city don't first
Karma's gonna catch you and that shit's gonna hurt
The drugs are gonna kill you if the city don't first
Oh Miss Jackson

[Pre-Chorus]
The drugs are gonna kill you if the city don't first
Karma's gonna catch you and that shit's gonna hurt
The drugs are gonna kill you if the city don't first

[Chorus]
Through the leaves of a sycamore tree
I can tell by the way that you're looking at me
You don't stand a chance and I'm good with that
Summer left and I'm over it now

Through the leaves of a sycamore tree
I can tell by the way that you're looking at me
You don't stand a chance and I'm good with that
Summer left and I'm over it now