HIGH YELLA CRACK

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