From a love sick crackhead

I can feel it in the air, the spring is comming our way,
Feeling like a love bird, happiness is taking over my soul!
Won't listen to any advice, mamma's telling me to think twice.
But left to my own devices I'm addicted it's a crise!

My friends think I've gone crazy, my judgement is getting kinda hazy
my status is gonna be affected if I keep it up like a love sick crackhead!


/ Bell, or who else??





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