ADDICTED

I'm addicted.
I'm addicted to you like a crack head is addicted to crack
As drugs dealers are addicted to their stacks.
I'm addicted and I'm in need of a fix,
I will say it loud and proud I'm addicted.
This problem I'm not ashamed to admit,
I'm not feeling guilty of it.
An addiction is a dilemma.
I don't want this dilemma to leave,
This problem allows me to breathe.
I want to have an itch for your word,
I don't know if you heard,
But I want to snort you up my nose.
I want to shoot you directly into my veins.
I don't want to be tied down to bed or be restrained;
All I want to do is defend and remain.
Addicted
I don't need an intervention;
I don't want anyone to intervene,
I like to be a fiend.
I like to feel like I'm walking on sunshine while inhaling for you,
Or on cloud 9 when I'm snorting you.
All I need is u like Hillsong united hoping one day to be united with you.
I don't need to be a church head to get a fix;
I need to be a God head with a twitch.
You know a twitch like I have turrets,
But I won't be screaming and cursing,
I'll be singing and praising
Worshiping and dancing like they do in church.
You know like they do in church.
This isn't a small time infatuation,
This is a big time consecration.
This addition makes me tick,
Tick...tock...tick...tock...like a clock.
Addicted
I want you to get into my head and into my vein.
I want you to get in through my nose and into my brain.
I want you to see what I see,
I want you to feel what I feel.
So each and everyday when I wake I must take
A shot of your word,
A syringe filled of your praise
A pill filled with your spirit
And a nose full of grace.
Cause I'm...Addicted.