Hi, my name is Ryan and I'm an addict
I've been struggling with addiction for quite some time now
I'm just taking it day by day you know
But if there's one thing I've learned about being an addict
It's this
The whole world is addicted to one thing or another
It don't matter the culture, creed or even color
Some addicted to getting money, fast cars and women
Some addicted to freedom, some addicted to prison
And that's crazy, but some addicted to insanity
Some addicted to image, some addicted to vanity
Some are addicts recovered from drug-abusing
Some addicted to lies just saying they quit using
Yeah, sit around and make excuses
Find ways to cover up track-marks and bruises
Some addicted to trying to get attention
Some addicts are hypocrites addicted to their religion
It's true, we addicted to bad news
Addicted to conflict, addicted to fast food
Addicted to street-life, to tattoos
Addicted to codependent women with attitudes
I'm an addict, but I ain't ever been a quitter
Addicted to blunts, water-bongs and one-hitters
Addicted to dope beats, weed with no seeds
Addicted to opiates from H to OC's, woah
Also addicted to mind-tripping
Hallucinogenic visions mixed with rhyme spitting
Addicted to horror flicks, to television
Addicted to caffeine, nicotine and reminiscing
I'm addicted to clean sheets and breakfast in bed
Addicted to blondes, brunettes and redheads
Addicted to open minds society label crazy
Addicted to sleeping in late and being lazy
It's true, we addicted to pen and pads
Addicted to fly kicks, addicted to fitted hats
Addicted to cold beer and sitting on the porch
My means of escaping is no different than yours
I'm a addict, yeah, who's a addict?
You?
You a addict?
Well, me too, uh, I'm a addict
It's more than a habit, I gotta have it
I'm a addict, while some addicted to war
Some addicted to pain, some addicted to porn
Some addicted to pride and say that it's called heart
Addicted to mediocrity thinking it's called art
Wall Street
Wal-Mart
Addicted to broken homes watching families fall apart
Cell phones, text messages
Addicted to ignorance, addicted to being prejudice
Some are addicts, been addicted a while
Most their whole life but still live in denial
Some hate their self suddenly, always feeling ugly
Admitting there's a problem, the first step to recovery
It's true, while some addicted to 4's
Some addicted to chards, some addicted to whores
My means of escaping is no different than yours
I'm addicted to dreaming of more support, 'cause
I'm a addict, yeah, who's a addict?
You?
You a addict?
Well, me too, uh, I'm a addict
It's more than a habit, I gotta have it