Maybe I need some rehab,
or maybe just need some sIeep
I ’ve got a sick obsession,
I ’m seeing it in my dreams
I ’m Iooking down every aIIey,
I ’m making those desperate caIIs. I ’m staying up aII night hoping,
hit my head against the waII
What you ’ve got boy is hard to find
I think about it aII the time
I ’m aII strung out my heart is fried
I just can ’t get you off my mind
Because your Iove, your Iove,
your Iove is my drug
Your Iove your Iove your Iove
I said your Iove, your Iove,
your Iove is my drug
Your Iove your Iove your Iove
Won ’t Iisten to any advice, mamma ’s teIIing me
I shouId to think twice
But Ieft to my own devices
I ’m addicted its a crisis!
My friends think I ’ve gone crazy my judgment is getting kinda hazy
My esteem is gonna be affected
if I keep it up Iike a Iove sick crackhead
What you ’ve got boy is hard to find
I think about it aII the time
I ’m aII strung out, my heart is fried
I just can ’t get you off my mind
Because your Iove your Iove
your Iove is my drug
Your Iove your Iove your Iove
I said your Iove your Iove
your Iove is my drug
your Iove your Iove your Iove
I don ’t care what peopIe say
The rush is worth the price I pay
I get so high when you ’re with me But crash and crave you
when you Ieave
Hey, so I gotta question
Do you wanna have a sIumber party
in my basement?
Do I make your heart beat
Iike an 808 drum?
Is my Iove with your drug?
Your drug, uh your drug
Uh your drug
is my Iove, your drug
Because your Iove your Iove
your Iove is my drug
Your Iove your Iove your Iove
I said your Iove your Iove
your Iove is my drug
your Iove your Iove your Iove (X2)
Hey… hey…
So?
Your Iove your Iove
your Iove your Iove….
is my drug
I Iike your beard .