• Artist: BUNKS
  • Title: Addicted
  • Genre: Pop - Pop/Modern, Hip Hop - Pop/Modern
  • Mood: Down/Dark/Melancholic, Aggressive/Edgy
  • Speed: Medium (78-95)
  • Instruments: Electronic Sounds/Noises, Electric Guitar (Clean, Overdriven), Loops/Samples, Horns/Woodwinds/Brass
  • Track type: Lyric - Full Length
  • Date added: 4/19/2012
  • Lyric themes: Anger Hatred, Self Destruction, Addiction, Escapism
  • Lyrics: Fast food, cocaine, hell even Rogaine, We’re all addicted to something from drugs to Jenna James, Television perpetrated these lies and it’s so lame, Got girls throwing up their lunch with no shame, It’s all the same we’re just changing the names, No need to fluff it out, I’m just saying it plain, One nation, divisible by fiends, What you want? What’s your vice? It’s all in what you need, Addicted to the green, in need of the speed, Uncle Sam may not endorse it, but he planted the seed, Our dirty deeds are always done dirt cheap, It’s the season for the harvest, now its time to reap, I’m losing my sleep, still it’s piling up deep, My vices burn me up and my mind it keeps, Sending out the S.O.S., my soul has come to pass the test, Addicted to this life until they lay me to rest, (ahhhh) Fast food, nicotine, caffeine, cocaine, It’s all man-made, think for a minute, Our lives to these substances, we freely giving, Inside Generica, we’re living addicted Ecstasy pills, diet soda, Whatever your addiction is, Generica has sold it, Corner stores stocked to the top, Full of hocus pocus, framed by your brain, Stuck without no focus, Living in Jokemerica can be quite bogus, Totally defeats the real purpose, Urgency, need workers fast, Corporations got you slaving away for slim cash. Never work a 9 to 5, cause my soul must stay alive, To the depths I will dive, with intentions to define Why we sell ourselves for cash, why we slaves to the blast, Of the companies that fly they advertisements full mast, I’m a pirate to the game, trade me spices and rum, If addicted’s what we is, I might as well have fun, Flip the bottle to the sky, forget to question why, Give control of my life to the suits in the sky Sugar for your tea, a rock for your pipe, Someone made it for you so enjoy your night, We all got our vice cause we like to feel nice, Pop these pills have a drink with a couple cubes of ice, Fast food, cocaine seems the same to me, One leaves you thin and one makes you obese, And they both leave you craving, looking for a haven, Now they open 24/7, directions to heaven, Burger King, Mickey D’s, Jack in the Box, consume the rocks, Every substance is a drug from caffeine to tater tots, Don’t forget your cigarettes; I know you’ll feel stressed, Put the cancer in your lungs and wipe away all regrets, Lips to the bottle, by the end you’ll forget, Why you popped the top the night before and got your tongue wet, But watch it happen again, will the cycle ever end? Come on think for a minute, addicted is how we live.
  • Keywords: rap, Brass, Guitar



Murfreesboro, TN United States


Riding high off their placement in the Top 3 of Rutherford Weekend?s Battle of the Bands 2009 where these Hip Hop heads left a crowd full of rock and country fans saying ?you guys ROCK!? the BUNKS are back at it with their eighth album since 2003, Soul Rebel Music.

www.bunksmuzak.com for more info.

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