Bara Blaque - Pure Vice lyrics
What's your addiction? Is it money, is it money, is it money? What your addiction? Is it p**y, is It p**y, is it p**y Think I know where I'm going now but I'm still going crazy Twenty-six with a hundred and one problems but not one from my lady I've missed a couple payments my credit f**ed If this rap sh** don't pay this year may 2pac Wake up and spray me take me down to Hades and chain me Lay me down, down, down, down, down down down Baby baby, I'm way too wavy not educate ya on misbehaviour Broken the chains in my mind emancipated Myself from mental slavery, baby Life is a dream, life is a dream You alive and awake or you living asleep I've been building for weeks I've been strengthening weaknesses Weaken they defences Frequently vices are eating a piece of me f** your advice cause you not on my frequency I've been right all my life, realised recently Realised recently These n***as ain't seeing me These n***as ain't seeing me I've been living more than I've been working Poppin' pills when nothing hurting Nothing stopping a niccuh with a purpose I'm way too wise not to do stupid things This pure vice What's your addiction? Is it money, is it money, is it money What's your addiction? Is it p**y, is it p**y, is it p**y Whats your addiction? Is it d**, is it love, is it lust What's your addiction? Is it lust, is it love, is it d** Higher than ever, virtues applying the pressure My mind design hell and heaven inside him Vices and values balance the temptation He facing daily as I eye sight getting clearer Been finding myself like forever Time is an illusion so make sure your timing clever You think life is a Low guess d**h could end up a High Life is a vice I lie, life is a vice am I tripping Glitching in the system reality seems much different Since the universe gave me snippets Searching for the human experience anywhere I can get it Pissed off rather that than pissed on n***a If I'm limpin' it's cause my dick is too big and the tip Is kissing the cement Not afraid to burn bridges 'Cause I swim good and I walk on water Pour that trippy substance in that gla** of vodka Thirsty for greatness no longer Enlightenment I want to taste it if I need I got to take it Addicted to creating, creatives are Gods favourites And we all born to create sh** all you got to do is Make sure that your life makes sense If I told you what I know you wouldn't believe me Rather you judge me as if you know like you followed me On my journey how can you know me, homey When you do not know your self? Know the world, note to world This degenerate here to help note to self: Give 'em hell Live a hell of a life while we rolling through hell Remember there no breaks there no belts What's your addiction?