Ur ♥'s my drug.

Maybe I need some rehab, or maybe just need some sleep. I got a sick obsession, I'm seeing it in my dreams. I'm looking down every alley, I'm making us desperate 'cause I'm staying up all night hoping and hitting my head against the wall.

What you got it's hard to find I think about it all the time. I'm all strung out, my heart is fried. I just can't get you off my mind. Won't listen to any advice. Momma's telling me I should think twice. But love to my own devices I'm addicted, it's a crisis.

My friends think I've gone crazy. My judgments getting kinda hazy. My esteem is gonna be affected. If I keep it up like a lovesick cracker. I don't care what people say the rush is worth the price I pay. I get so high when you're with me but crash and crave you when you leave.

Hey, so I gotta question: Do you wanna have a slumber party in my basement? Do you wanna make it hot, beat like an 808 drum? Is my love with your drug?

Because your love your love your love is my drug
Your love your love your love
I said your love your love your love is my drug
Your love your love your love

Hey...so?
Your love your love your love, is my drug
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