ADDICTED...


He's ready to fall in love, he wants to settle down,
But he's lying to himself cause he gon'  mess around,
Cause he's addicted to the city and the bright lights,
He's in love with early mornings and even later nights,
In the club, at the bar, sipping on his drink,
Staring at the pretty girl in the bright pink,
She looking like the next girl he wanna take home,
She already putting her number is cell phone.
But it's a number that he knows that he won't call,
Cause if he ain't hitting tonight, then he won't hit at all,
He finds himself stuck in such a vicious pattern,
That if he met the right one, it probably wouldn't matter,
Cause he's been in the game so long that it's all he knows.
A wife is terrifying he more comfortable with them hoes,
But he ready to fall in love, he's ready to commit,
He laughing in the mirror, like that's some stupid shit...
So let's take another shot let's push it to the max,
We trying to live tonight, let's get em back to back,
And bring em' back to the crib and hit em back to back.
Is that how you live your life, is that how you gonna act?
Sitting on the balcony the next morning smoking a cigarette,
First thing out is mouth, is yo where the b*tches at?




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