Vices - Blue Franklin

I pump my tired body full of gasoline

I tell my bitter consciousness that could be me

Then see his face again up on a TV screen

I got some habits that I cannot seem to break

I got some friends that at this point I’m sure are fake

I’m told that I should love myself and fuck the rest

But those same people hate to see me at my best

Drugs, money, sex, mmm

We can’t live without it

Drugs, money, sex, yeah

Don’t even try to doubt it

Drugs, money, sex, uhhh

Uh baby that’s the stuff

Drugs, money, sex, urgh

We all can’t get enough

I turned sixteen and real soon after I got caught

My mum was like: «I can’t believe you’re smoking pot»

I’m like: «But mum I swear to God I’m really not»

Then felt the dime bag in my pocket I just bought (oops)

Everybody sees me perfect, that boy’s got no flaws (yeah)

I hope that the glow up was worth it

I pose and clench my jaw

If you got the body then work it (work it, work it)

And bow to the applause

Look at me under the surface

Nobody thinks to pause

Drugs, money, sex, mmm

We can’t live without it

Drugs, money, sex, yeah

Don’t even try to doubt it

Drugs, money, sex, uhhh

Uh baby that’s the stuff

Drugs, money, sex, urgh

We all can’t get enough

is all the hustle

It’s time to prove yourself

is all the hustle

It’s time to count your wealth

is all the hustle

Please look at all my stuff

is all the hustle

And it was all for what?