Eight Ball

Tears in your eyes,can't say goodbye.
Gotcha by the finger,holdin on tight.
No,you can't run and you can't hide.
Knows where you go,just where you been.
What do you do,got a hold on you.
You can't let go,no,you can't break free.
Gona do what it takes,just to get it's taste
Knows your gona die,killing you inside.
Gotcha where it wants,eating you up alive.
What do you do,a control on you.
People tried to tell you,no you didnt listen.
For was it worth it.no sleep tonight.
Said it couldn't happen,can you stop before
Smoke it,shot it,snort it,its gone to far.
What do you do,to get ahold on you.

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