LyricsWhat's Your Vice?


Last update on: July 25, 2017
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I don't be judging people anymore man We all got our problems I know I got mine

But we're all human beings And we're all equal Yeah I be gettin' fucked up, every day Cause every time I'm fucked up all my pain goes away It used to be fun, now it's becoming a problem But before you point your finger at me look at yourself and tell me if you got one Tell me what's your vice Is it money? Is it pussy? Is it cocaine? Is it alcohol? Is it giving? Is it loving? Is it?? basketball? Is it money? Is it pussy? Is it cocaine? Is it alcohol? Is it giving? Is it loving? Or is it that you just don't give a fuck at all? They gon' have to transplant lungs and clone livers For me to ever grow to be old as Joan Rivers I been racing with these demons for years But at least they run slower than the demons that I've seen in my peers Some of 'em eating pills Some of 'em smoking meth Two years smoking and their mouth ain't got no molars left Some of 'em shooting up Some of 'em snorting coke He had a hundred million now Scott Storch is broke No more fortune nope No more Porsche and boat No more assortment of model whores and exorbitant dope It's funny yet it's terrible like an abortion joke The following is a relatively important quote: You never get that cake back that you ate in vain Money disappears like David Blaine made it rain Hollywood will turn fast into your favorite lane Ain't nothing to say but shame Play the game Tell me what's your vice MC Hammer was a really kind dude To everyone that guy knew he'd provide food Put him on a tour bus when he was road trippin' But when the IRS called they ain't all chip in All different kind of people have been given the crush We all got 'em Look at Bill Clinton and such That motherfucker risked it all for some head Speaking of presidents, even Obama smokes Marlboro reds I can't blame him Stressing over Iran's leadership I write raps, and I can't even quit Ziban I need to quit But smoking that heathen shit Compared to love which hate is neck and neck even with I've known women who been cheated on and beated on They're never gonna leave him they believe that they ain't even gone Prob'ly never fucking will She say she love him still Love can be a disease She fucking ill Tell me what's your vice

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