's the use I'm so confused I've all the answers just to much to lose And I need to know what I believe I feel I've a child underneath, underneath
ice cream Know what I mean? Peaches and cream [Q of 112 (P. Diddy)] Never thought that I would be (yeah) So addicted to you (come on) On top, underneath
in my Bentley limousine It's even better when it's with ice cream Know what I mean, peaches and cream I never thought that I would be So addicted to you On top, underneath
worse That's why I'm clever when I put together every verse My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm an addict I rap like I'm addicted to smack like
heat Pharoah garmer marks on his feet, serpents whisper You can smell the deceit, they greet me like peeps, to blend And try to befriend, to get up, underneath
that you can suck my balls Its just me and my homeboy large you see No they cant nobody can see them but me Lunatics zombies and goons roaming underneath
life is like a box of chocolates I work hard for it, plus I am awkward, uh I am a addict's son, plus I'm a addict, son I am a AK addict, uh, Travis
's not that I don't care, I know it's here somewhere But it's more than I can bare to take I lie awake at night, I never win the fight It's an addiction
freaky in my Bentley limousine It's even better when it's with ice cream Know what I mean, peaches and cream I never thought that I would be So addicted to you On top, underneath
Pop life Everybody can't be on top But life it ain't real funky Unless it's got that pop Dig it Tell me, what's that underneath your hair? Is there anybody
Underneath the wallowing Was a tiny hint of chemistry I'd be a liar if I wouldn't admit All of your hell gave me a higher lift I begin to wonder through
I didn't want to go Go back and look for you But it's a heartless drug I'm addicted to And when I drive that road And start to feel that chill I think
life Everybody can't be on top But life it ain't real funky Unless it's got that pop Dig it Tell me, what's that underneath your hair? Is there
Deep down underneath the ground In chambers clotted with the rotting dead Steaming vats filled with vampire bats, Tanis root, and decaying heads The potion
niggas I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas You fallin' backwards, leanin' like a dope addict Rope niggas claim me, packin' automatics Found his ol' Earth's burner underneath
a hot girl, a rock girl, lookin' kinda fly And she knows it very well, kind that you'd be callin' on your cell Fallin' underneath her spell, so addictive
Sex addicts, drugs, and vampires They permeate my life Don't know which one I'm gonna be tonight I know you think I'm crazy You think I've lost my mind
