| My mom spent her last breath on a cigarette |
| My dad's busy chasing a high he'll never get |
| My sister buys happy pills off the internet |
| My brother's dead set on working himself to death |
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| But your ocean eyes are my go-to vice |
| The sound of your morning voice has always been my drug of choice |
| And your angel lips are my favorite fix |
| Each day, I relapse, ain't no rehab for this |
| Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh |
| I OD on Y-O-U |
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| It's all withdrawals when you're not close to me |
| It's like you're my only source of dopamine |
| Of all the addicts in my family tree, yeah |
| I'd be lying if I said that the worst one wasn't me |
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| Your ocean eyes are my go-to vice |
| The sound of your morning voice |
| Has always been my drug of choice |
| And your angel lips are my favorite fix |
| Each day, I relapse, ain't no rehab for this |
| Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh |
| I OD on Y-O-U |
|
| Your ocean eyes are my go-to vice |
| The sound of your morning voice |
| Has always been my drug of choice |
| And your angel lips are my favorite fix |
| Each day, I relapse, ain't no rehab for this |
| Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh |
| I OD on Y-O-U |
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| My mom spent her last breath on a cigarette |
| I think I'll spend mine on you |
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