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Kids Of Survival My Addiction

fueled by jeliousy Shes my addiction, my addiction and i cant controll it Shes my addiction, my addiction and i cant controll it Shes my addiction, my addiction

some xanax in my water... (Nope) Hello my name is Travie and I'm a life-aholic Told'em all these beats is like the Wallis to my Gromit... (Ha) The alpha to my

sabbath, bad habits. My girl's in love with a thug, and a drug addict. Slow evil, back to my high, Til I poison the oceans, and blacken the sky. No need

stop, won't stop addicted to this new shit Brand new convertibles, I'm so roofless Front row fight night, see how big my tube is Fuck HD nigga, see how clear my

? No matter what though you gotta keep your head up to the sky This goes out to all the infants In this cold world that was born addicted And to all the section eight kids

I spend my days in a steel cage Where brothers feel rage And get real with razor blades in ill ways so when my cell close my brain cells expose and my

get addicted The longer you hustle, the deeper the addiction If you used to push weight you relate (It's the hustler's withdrawal) Not only did my father

I'm not the priziest horse or the classiest fighter with shattered glass in my voice writing my name on the wall with the fingers my highschool gave me

speech Ha ha ha Outlawz Goddamn! Rap music I hate that It's just so violent and it destroys everyone, it makes the kids crazy The kids kill people There