Songtexte:
Lit Addicted

my number And she's the only one call [CHORUS:] (Yeah, oh yeah) What's wrong with me? (Yeah, oh yeah) Why can't I see? (Yeah, oh yeah) I'm so addicted

my number And she's the only one call [CHORUS:] (Yeah, oh yeah) What's wrong with me? (Yeah, oh yeah) Why can't I see? (Yeah, oh yeah) I'm so addicted

was the one to never hit a spliff Now it's like everytime it's lit, I need to get a bit I go on fishing trips (yeah), but hate fish and chips (what?)

Dozen's really dust smoking? If all your shit's missing, than probably one of us broke in Chorus My head's ringing, like it was Spider Sense tingling Lit

tools, see fools, bullets will flock [Big Gipp] They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke Em with the Noodle Mr. Cockerspanielle in Your Poodle, after school tutor Roto Rooter, addicted

my dick, shit, I need 6 inches more Fuck, my dick's big, bitch Need I remind you that I don't need the fucking swine flu To be a sick pig, you're addicted

considered fate I'm eating in a World where I'm considered bait a workaholic addicted to bills people addicted to me cuz they addicted to real my best friend got addicted

whole bottle And I don't even like fucking with no alcohol But I'll snatch a joint, and get smoked out for y'all Getting lit, never having a fit On

measure my dick shit I need 6 inches more Fuck my dicks big bitch Need I remind you that I dont need the fucking swine flu to be a sick pig Youre addicted