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letra de pure vice - bara blaque

what’s your addiction?
is it money, is it money, is it money?
what your addiction?
is it p-ssy, is it p-ssy, is it p-ssy

think i know where i’m going now but i’m still going crazy
twenty-six with a hundred and one problems but not one from my lady
i’ve missed a couple payments my credit f-cked
if this rap sh-t don’t pay this year may 2pac
wake up and spray me take me down to hades and chain me
lay me down, down, down, down, down down down
baby baby, i’m way too wavy not educate ya on misbehaviour
broken the chains in my mind emanc-p-ted
myself from mental slavery, baby
life is a dream, life is a dream
you alive and awake or you living asleep
i’ve been building for weeks i’ve been strengthening weaknesses
weaken they defences
frequently vices are eating a piece of me
f-ck your advice cause you not on my frequency
i’ve been right all my life, realised recently
realised recently
these n-ggas ain’t seeing me
these n-ggas ain’t seeing me
i’ve been living more than i’ve been working
poppin’ pills when nothing hurting
nothing stopping a niccuh with a purpose
i’m way too wise not to do stupid things
this pure vice

what’s your addiction?
is it money, is it money, is it money
what’s your addiction?
is it p-ssy, is it p-ssy, is it p-ssy
whats your addiction?
is it drugs, is it love, is it l-st
what’s your addiction?
is it l-st, is it love, is it drugs

higher than ever, virtues applying the pressure
my mind design h-ll and heaven inside him
vices and values balance the temptation
he facing daily as i eye sight getting clearer
been finding myself like forever
time is an illusion so make sure your timing clever
you think life is a low guess death could end up a high
life is a vice i lie, life is a vice am i tripping
glitching in the system reality seems much different
since the universe gave me snippets
searching for the human experience anywhere i can get it
p-ssed off rather that than p-ssed on n-gga
if i’m limpin’ it’s cause my d-ck is too big and the tip
is kissing the cement
not afraid to burn bridges
’cause i swim good and i walk on water
pour that trippy substance in that gl-ss of vodka
thirsty for greatness no longer
enlightenment i want to taste it if i need i got to take it
addicted to creating, creatives are gods favourites
and we all born to create sh-t all you got to do is
make sure that your life makes sense
if i told you what i know you wouldn’t believe me
rather you judge me as if you know like you followed me
on my journey how can you know me, homey
when you do not know your self?
know the world, note to world
this degenerate here to help note to self: give ’em h-ll
live a h-ll of a life while we rolling through h-ll
remember there no breaks there no belts

what’s your addiction?

- bara blaque

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