4 in da mornin and I'm sittin in My car.
Wonderin.. where you are.
Hands shakin... vision blurry.
I need that fix... and in a Hurry.
Tappin on your window...
I got this watch to sell.
For just one touch.
For...just a lil smell..
Of that sexy yella thang.
that... sweet wet... poon..tang.
Walking in the darkness..
eyes wide as fuck..
If I could just kiss those lips...
give them nipples a suck.
Knockin at her door...but she won't answer.
I'm feeling sick.. this desire is like a cancer.
I try to stop... but I always come back...
to that sweet addictive...
High Yella Crack.
I just need to take My finger and dip...
get that sweet yella juice...on My finger tip.
Then rub it ... on My lips..
I got less than two dollars in the fuckin bank.
Haven't taken a shower... My ass is startin to stank.
I need rehab...
cause self control???... is something I lack.
cause I'm addicted to...
that
High yella crack.
E.c. 20122*04
