Addicted To Storms - SPM

The poor folks feel me the others think that I’m interesting

The rappers thing silently damn if he isn’t King

I ain’t trying to rub it in its really this fucking pen

Won’t let a nigga sleep from the problems is trouble him

Or maybe it’s a her while she’s spilling this black blood

My girl hates when I snort Coke cause I can’t fuck

And why including that I guess cause I trust you

Or maybe cause am gone off this excellent mushrooms

But just for the record I can smoke marijuana

And still fuck like aunt Betty horny Chihuahua

I’m short of saliva that means I suffer cotton mouth

So many dark memories I’m fighting to block’em all

If he’s always in some trouble but inside you’d like him

You’re addicted to storms and baby he will provide them

The cool cats fade and end up dead or in prison

Or working bullshit jobs cause they never would listen

I’m sorry that my music ain’t for people to dance to

In fact grab your Bible let’s please go to Matthew

Naw i’m not a preacher but I’m guessing you know that

But I do give advice like you’re too young to smoke crack

No really I’m serious you’re fucking crave it all day

I got a friend that sells his ass and he’s ain’t even gay

But I won’t say his name I’m sure the Brett is embarrassed

He’s addicted to rocks and I feel bad for his parents

And I know that I’m lost but see I’ve been through a lot

So try to listen every time that SPM do a talk

Drugs would destroy you but good grades make you beautiful

And if he left school Mommy he is a suitable

Every nerd making A’s stays on top of the game

And there isn’t any hope for those caught up in gangs

You only get one chance and Then your adults

Study hard while you’re young it brings endless results

And it’s always God first because the devil is real

And when you see me on the drop 77 Seville

I hope you tell me something good like the UGK

Because a G stands for graduates of 2G blank

So fill it in I just say it cause you mean so much

And when I tell you that I love you it’s extremely such

But this is the end of my 40 so I’m resting my pen

Like the beer commercial say I gotta know when to when right

And I know that you got a crush on my mommy

It makes you feel alive

Right but fuck that

Look at his report card

Space in the on the conduct section

A Dumbass would drag you down with in

Drag you through the mud of ditches and gutters

Some people are they due to storms because they were raised in them

So they become attractive to trouble

But recognize it and fight it

Only you can save you a baby