I just came from the bar, after drinking six shots.
My heart's racing fast, and my chest feels hot.
The brain starts to plot, ways to change my life.
The story keeps repeating, but I can't get it right.
I taste success, like bats feel night.
Drinking in the darkness, so I feel the light.
Tyger Vinum's a broken dream, aged by time.
I lusted for the cream, then corrupted by crime.
I leak in these lines, that I share with caution.
Warning the ignorant about, pimping and flossing.
I've traveled the globe, sold dreams to fiends.
Used a triple beam, witnessed homicide scenes.
I'm trying to get rich, as fast as I can.
If success is the goal, then I have a plan.
In races already ran, on wet and dry land.
Shows I have endurance, like the bionic man.

CHORUS
My addictions, my addictions,
Be giving my body pain, the more that I try and change the cycle remains the same.
My addictions, my addictions,
I wish I could just let them go, focus on rocking a show, getting chedda for my flow.
My addictions, my addictions,
Be hounding me day and night.The more that I try and fight, the more painful becomes the bite.
My addictions, my addictions,
I know one day that I'll be free. The world recognizing me as a talented emcee.

Vinum's after the dollars, fuck get respect.
I'll snap your neck, if I can't cash the check.
I spit infection fever, hot like a furnace.
Then I'll gut and stuff ya, like a taxidermist.
Scorching in hell fire sitting at Satan's feast.
Sharing my conquests over roasted meat.
With liver and intestines from the dead and resting.
Consumed by the beast, like salad with dressing.
Shorty don't meddle with miniature men.
Coffee cinnamon skin, deep throat like a pelican.
Coming from Tokyo, visiting Holland.
On a drug binge, spending Euros and Yen.
Seduced by false friends, to start skin poppin.
They knew the name and hotel where she checked in.
They took her to a party, by a field on a farm.
She was dead a week later, with a needle in her arm.

CHORUS
My addictions, my addictions,
Be giving my body pain, the more that I try and change the cycle remains the same.
My addictions, my addictions,
I wish I could just let them go, focus on rocking a show, getting chedda for my flow.
My addictions, my addictions,
Be hounding me day and night.The more that I try and fight, the more painful becomes the bite.
My addictions, my addictions,
I know one day that I'll be free. The world recognizing me as a talented emcee.

I don't sleep, I pass out from exhaustion.
Wake-up paranoid, make moves with caution.
Phone taps and searches remind me of Boston.
Where cops bag a nigga, whether broke or flossin.
It's deep in these streets, you can end up slain.
Where the drug game, whispers sweet lies to your brain.
I hear the chedda calling me, by first name.
Lost hope an ambitionz, poured down the drain.
I'm loving the things, that cause me misery.
Maybe it's the reason, for my insanity.
I don't spit rhymes, for lyrical competition.
Or to give Hip-Hop, the voice it's been missin.
Vinum's motivation, is a deep seated craving.
For stacks of chedda, in large denominations.
Angry and self-hating, I'm out of control.
Trying to reach my goal, before I lose my soul.

CHORUS
My addictions, my addictions,
Be giving my body pain, the more that I try and change the cycle remains the same.
My addictions, my addictions,
I wish I could just let them go, focus on rocking a show, getting chedda for my flow.
My addictions, my addictions,
Be hounding me day and night.The more that I try and fight, the more painful becomes the bite.
My addictions, my addictions,
I know one day that I'll be free. The world recognizing me as a talented emcee.

These are my addictions.
Music, weed, sex, and happiness.
What are you addicted to, that's between me and you.
And I'm out....