Addicted to Storms

The poor folks feel me
 The others think that im intrestin
 The rappers think silently,
 Dammit he is the king.
 I aint tryin to rub it in
 Its really this fuckin pen
 Wont let a nigga sleep
 From the problems that trouble him.
 Or maybe its her
 While shes spillin this black blood
 My gurl hates when i snort coke
 Cuz i cant fuck?
 I guess cuz i trust you
 Or maybe cuz im gone
 On this excellent mushroom
 But just for the record
 I could smoke marijuana
 And still fuck
 Like my aunt Bettys horny chihuahua
 Im short on saliva
 That mean i suffer from cottonmouth
 So many dark memories
 Im fightin to block em out.
 (hook)
 If hes always in some trouble
 But inside you like him
 Youre addicted to storms
 And baby he will provide em
 The cool cats fade
 And end up dead or in prison
 Or workin bullshit jobs
 Cuz they never would listen (2 times)
 Im sorry that my music
 Aint for people to dance to
 In fact grab a bible
 Lets please go to Matthew
 Nah im not a preacher
 But im guessing you know that
 I do give advice,
 Like youre too young to smoke crack.
 No really im serious
 Youll fuckin crave it all day
 I got a friend that sells his ass
 And he aint even gay.
 But i wont say his name
 Im sure that Brad is emberrassed
 Hes addicted to rock
 And i feel bad for his parents
 And i know that im lost
 But see, i been thru alot
 So try to listen everytime
 That SPM do a talk
 Drugs will destroy you
 But good grades make u beautiful
 And if he left school
 Mami he isnt suitable
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 Every nerd making A's
 Stays on top of the game
 And there isnt any hope
 For those caught up in gangs
 You only get one chance
 And then youre adults
 Study hard while youre young
 It brings endless results
 And its always god first
 Cuz the devil is real
 And when you see me
 In the dropped '77 cevielle
 I hope you tell me something good
 Like the U
 Because a G stand for
 Graduate of of 2 g blank
 So fill so fill it in
 I jus say it
 Cuz u mean so much
 And when i tell you, that i love you
 It extreme?
 But this is the end of my 40
 So im resting my pen
 Like the beer commercial say
 I gotta know when to say when
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 And i know you got a crush on him mami
 He makes you feel alive right
 But fuck that
 Look at his report card
 Especially in the conduct section
 A dumbass who dragged you down thru the mud
 Thru ditches and gutters
 Some people are addicted to storms
 Cuz they were raised in one
 So they become attracted to trouble
 But recognize it and fight it
 Only you can save you baby...