Something ain't right with the sunshine, baby We can only go out at night Meet me out back of the jack shack, maybe We can get a bag, grab a cab Losing control Fall down just to get up You know how it goes Ride around like we're gangsters Calling on my flow
You're my addiction In a world turning cold Addiction Children bought and sold
Blowing fat stacks with the cool kids, honey Running for your life Chewing on rats with the fat cats, baby Fighting to survive
Something ain't right with the world gone crazy Our lips are turning white Hanging on tight in the shadows, baby Catching all the fads, good or bad Selling our souls You look like an angel But you come to all the shows Hanging around the devil Begging for one more blow
You're my addiction In a world turning cold Addiction Children bought and sold Blowing fat stacks with the cool kids, honey Running for your life Chewing on rats with the fat cats, baby Fighting to survive
You're my addiction In a world turning cold Addiction Children bought and sold
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