Give me that sugar rush,
So I can be one with my life,
Deliver me from the bullshyt,
Take me away from the strife…
Give me that sugar rush,
Cuz the mary jane aint enough,
And the liquor is jst an illusion,
Making me feel invincible and tough…
Naw, I need that sugar rush,
Cuz it’s not addictive,
jst a quick shot,
A couple snorts to the head,
Then I’m all content and what not.
See, when I got that sugar rush,
I can focus, I can cope,
I’m not smoking or shooting up,
So technically, it’s not dope.
And, when I got that sugar rush,
The biggest problems feel so small,
Whether it’s an argument with my fam,
Or the bill collector’s phone call.
I’m not addicted to it,
I jst use it to maintain,
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Damn, I jst realized, when I come off,
My issues remain.
Maybe I should increase my dose,
I can control this, dnt get addicted like most…
Got bills to pay, need my candy tho,
So u tell me, which way should I spend my doe?
Stressing over it, I find my addiction making up my mind,
Go to my spot, and what do I find?
Lights cut off, babygirl hungry,
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I gotta snort,
Hot water off, rent is due?
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I gotta snort,
Work stressing me out, I’m all alone?
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I gotta snort,
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But see, those aren’t the excuses they wanted to hear…..
In court…
Locked down, pushing years,
Babygirl’s in foster care,
Tryna figure out how I let it get the best of me,
I lost the game, this shyt aint fair…
I jst wanted to heal my pain,
peel off a couple layers...
They dnt know the struggles i had,
live my life, no one dares...
Stressing, crying, I find myself thinking,
I needa snort,
But these four walls and piss on the toilet,
Well, this is what I’m stuck with, I can’t abort…
No one to listen, no one to lean on,
Then I remembered the only one
I could ever depend/fiend on.
God was always there, watching my every move,
Shaking his head in disappointment, now I have something
To prove…
I don’t need to snort, no, I need to pray,
I need to get my life back, make sure my
Babygirl’s okay…
I gotta pray, for each and everyday,
Not only when the clouds are rainy,
But even on the sunny days,
I need to pray, I need to get it back,
Goodbye to the depression, pain,
And the crack…