Fiend Phone (feat. Lil Trav) - Super Throwed Dave

Think I'm addicted to pain Want you running through my veins You're deep in my DNA And I just want one more taste Baby, I popped it now I'm Lucid dreaming Angels, demons Barely breathing Fucking, fiending Cause I gotta leave and I don't wanna come down, woah Now my brain is fried and Body's fighting Override it Ride me till I cum inside ya We got perfect timing But I'm not here for long, ohh Touch, but I'll never let you into my blood Fuck, but can't ever fucking think about love Drugs, my reality just isn't enough, baby baby baby Touch, but I'll never let you into my blood Fuck, but can't ever fucking think about love Drugs, my reality just isn't enough, enough Touch, but I'll never let you into my - Fuck, but can't ever fucking think about love Drugs, my reality just isn't enough, enough Lucid dreaming Angels, demons Barely breathing Fucking, fiending Cause I gotta leave and I don't wanna come down, woah Now my brain is fried and Body's fighting Override it Ride me till I cum inside ya We got perfect timing But I'm not here for long, ohh

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