Lyrics Fien - Syn Suitcase

You attract my eyes
My veins, my hand rocking for you
I'm ready to cut ties
My brain, my bands flying towards you
Please, I know you're addictive
Vindictive, but without a hit I feel restricted
So please, one more opportunity to collide with lips
My eyes wide open, two side tight grips
And I'd fucking rock any mother fucker who denies me a hit
It's not a problem
Next week I promise I'll quit

Alright, this smoke is fucking my lungs
So now I'm ducking fiens and I'm on the run
I owe peeps some green. and some mun
I got in too deep
I fucking hate this feeling in my tongue
Take with what you reap
My years dialed down I'm no longer young