I have an addiction too
I was schemin on a watch
Dreaming on a yacht
Background sounds of money jingling from out the slot
Thinking on a plot
Drown my face until the bar close
Two months late on the rent plus the car note

Beyond purchase
Man without a purpose
Wood circle wrapped in velvet
While I watch the chips slide across the surface
Cards on the table watch the facial expressions
Turning nervous

...All I want is a taste

Got dealt a nine and doubled down
All I need is an Ace

Seem like the bottom of the bucket is my home base
Born to lose while I watch the work circling the room
bytches pass, I get a whiff of the perfume
It's like I'm laying with my back on the street

A little run will get me back on my feet
Sit at the table put me back on my seat
Diggin' in my pocket all I felt was my jeans
