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Verse 1

Woke up feeling for the friction

Money coming like a fiction

Selling grams to Mrs. Claire

Seeing profit in her prayer

I can’t stop the spinning cycle

Moving work just like a title

Plastic bags under the floor

Tapping knocking on the door

Pre-Chorus

Stash is sitting by the vent

Rent is spent on what I lent

Every dollar feels like medicine

Running through my skin again

Chorus

This the rush that I’m chasing

While my common sense is erasing

Got the neighbors on the payroll

Watch the way the dirty pay roll

This the rush that I’m chasing

Keep the mirror for the facing

Yeah it’s all that I’m craving

Even if I ain’t worth saving

Verse 2

Fronted half to young Jerome

Calling up my mobile phone

He was shaking for a fix

Mixing chemicals for kicks

It’s a sickness in my palms

Giving poison out like alms

Stretching powder in the bowl

Trading status for my soul

Pre-Chorus

Stash is sitting by the vent

Rent is spent on what I lent

Every dollar feels like medicine

Running through my skin again

Chorus

This the rush that I’m chasing

While my common sense is erasing

Got the neighbors on the payroll

Watch the way the dirty pay roll

This the rush that I’m chasing

Keep the mirror for the facing

Yeah it’s all that I’m craving

Even if I ain’t worth saving

Verse 3

Window blinds are shut tight

Hunting digits through the night

Mr. Thompson down the hall

Waits for me to make the call

Checking every shadow twice

Icy grip on bad advice

Love the way the ledger looks

Cleaner than the library books

Pre-Chorus

Stash is sitting by the vent

Rent is spent on what I lent

Every dollar feels like medicine

Running through my skin again

Chorus

This the rush that I’m chasing

While my common sense is erasing

Got the neighbors on the payroll

Watch the way the dirty pay roll

This the rush that I’m chasing

Keep the mirror for the facing

Yeah it’s all that I’m craving

Even if I ain’t worth saving