Mama always said I was a space cadet

That I would lose my head if it wasn't attached

Thank God I was touched with the vision of rap

'Cause I still ain't got the patience yet

To deal with the truth because the truth is sickening

So I just leave the pigs in the pigpen

I'm sure the devil's got him a big grin

Watching my head spin with moral afflictions

Addiction

Addiction

Addiction

Addiction

Uh, yeah, fresh as fuck in Atlanta

Clique look like a pack of zebras with the Dixie banners

Mossy Oak from ankle to throat, mind your manners

Pocket full of lures but I ain't catching fish

I'm catching bitches from the sewer

yeah, I played in it

Skipping, jumping rope, and jumping fences

And jumping off of bridges

Jump out the whip and then knock

your door off your fucking hinges

Playground full of syringes (Yeah)

Greyhound bus, twenty-two pound, send it (Yeah)

Greyhound route, two hundred miles, end it

Chattanooga to Nashville

I watched more cash build through

kids hands than a Disney flick

He was fifteen with half a mil'

Any y'all can't, the panties drop, dope game, fuck

Couple of suicides 'cause they couldn't pay the plug

When little Jay died, I remember the day it was

Like a shock that it became just the way it was

That's a sad reality dealing with casualties

Like it's an average thing

as it life was meant to be battled

We rattled the snake, took off the brakes of an 18-wheeler

And D. U. I. through it casually, survived it, how did we?

Mama always said I was a space cadet

That I would lose my head if it wasn't attached

Thank God I was touched with the vision of rap

'Cause I still ain't got the patience yet

To deal with the truth because the truth is sickening

So I just leave the pigs in the pigpen

I'm sure the devil's got him a big grin

Watching my head spin with moral afflictions

Addiction

Addiction

Addiction

Addiction

Nirvana, had 'em dancing with Mr. Brownstone

Guns followed by roses laid on the gravestone

C'est la vie, baby is now gone

Baby ain't hurting but the streets is covered in tears

Leaving these mothers here to grieve, ain't no subtle fear

It's obvious and aware, the robbery of a pair

Two brothers'll darken a fairy tale, uh

Ain't it something?

That boy wouldn't hurt a fly, he wouldn't paint a pumpkin

Now he's a maniac, pack of serrated blades

Carvin' his name into his skin in a perverted way

Went from a chicken to a bird of prey

Went from a spark in the kitchen to an uncontrollable flame

That fully auto was tame

now it's reloaded, cocked, and aimed

He picked up the poison when he picked up the loose change

That's what the karma is for dropping chains

A penny for your thoughts

How many can you spend before you go insane?

Life is a bitch, man

To drive you crazy 'til you take the wheel and switch lanes

Or you could make your deal and take a pill for this pain

But the only thing you will conceal is shame, is shame

Mama always said I was a space cadet

That I would lose my head if it wasn't attached

Thank God I was touched with the vision of rap

'Cause I still ain't got the patience yet

To deal with the truth because the truth is sickening

So I just leave the pigs in the pigpen

I'm sure the devil's got him a big grin

Watching my head spin with moral afflictions

Addiction

Addiction

Addiction

Addiction