"Cut It" lyrics

It's got a hold on me, I got a nicotine gene in my veins
That's got a hold on you
You got a bag of coke and IOU's
So take one more round, I swear that's it, and then I'm out
Because my brain is fried, and if I don't get more, I'm dead inside

Cut it
You can't cut it out
You gotta cut it
You gotta cut it

I'm dead inside, I'm all worn out and blurry-eyed
But I get dopamine from the sugar rush and shopping sprees
And now the walls are down, it's not my fault you can't slow down
Because it's all you do, you're all messed up from sniffing glue

Cut it
You can't cut it out
You gotta cut it
You gotta cut it

Cut it out
You gotta let go, pick up the pace, 'cause you're heading for a shit show now
You gotta cut it out
Yeah, you gotta let go, lace up your boots, if you don't, then you'll never know now
If you don't cut it out
Yeah, it's on you, not me

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