Your love is a drug
The kind that make a crackhead out of a thugOr a superman out of a Clark KentEspecially after that lighters been litYou're what I fiend for on them late nightsAnd when I have my lighter near but no you, I wish more that I had you inside my pipeCause the sight of you is a highJust touching you is a contact high that got me feeling about the clouds and skyYour lips is like weed and mines are the rolling papers when they togetherSo when I kiss you or you kiss me its like passing the blunt buts do it outside so we can be higher than the weatherAnd we haven't been intimate yet but I know its gonna feel good once I'm inPenetrating you the way the needle penetrates my arm as I put you in the veins underneath my skinA sensation that will make my eyes roll backA sensation better than the combination of both weed and crackGirl, you make drugs soundBut when it comes to my drug of choice, you are the only one