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I feel like dying
I'm tired of living
All this pain I'm dealing
With, it got me killing
Finna pop a pill
Finna go and kill
All this pain
I can't take it nomo...

Tobacco addicts, tryna flip a pack like an acrobatic...
Flipping packs like an acrobatic to tobacco addicts...
I have a sickness, I have a sickness... I have a sickness...
It's addiction... I'm addicted... I'm addicted...
Call Intervention, intervention... intervention...
Come and save me before this drug take my soulllll...
I don't have a fear of dying, but these tears I'm crying...

Rolling slowly down, my faceeee...
Money spent on the time that, I wasteee...
I'm here to listen, to the interventionist, put me in my placeeee...

Letter written, you better listen...

Listen up, you fuckin addict...
I'm sick of all this wishing and nothing happens...
I have a vision, to see my mother laughing...
That's my only mother loving passion...

No more buying drugs, from supplying thugs...
Pharmaceutical, watch what karma do to you...
It kills my nerves, to watch you deal and serve...

Addictive doses of disease...
Focus on your needs...
No coping with the weed
If you're hoping to be freed...

From this addictive addiction
I'm addicted... I'm addicted...
Intervention, intervention...
Come and save me before this drug take my soulllll

Written by:
Keeson Coleman

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