My System - Kid Ink

I got a problem and I try to tell myself it’s something different

But it ain’t nothing new I gotta have that, in my system, in my system

I’ve been fiending for a feeling, if you with it come and dip it

And if you ain’t know, I ain’t tripping but

I need it in my system, my system, my system, my system

I-I-I don’t know (my system) bout-bout-bout you but I need it in my system

My system, my system, my system

I-I-I don’t know (my system) bout-bout-bout you but I need it in

My car, my swisher, my drugs, my bitches

See 'em pump-ing their fists, man, this feeling is officially in my system

You tripping, we whiling, safari

Probably won’t remember much tonight, apologize, I’m sorry

I done had too many sips of this Patrón up in my system

Baby, don’t be too pretentious, ain’t nobody paying attention

Do your dance, do your dance, just don’t drop that thunder, thunder

Fumble, it’s okay go ahead and dip your finger in this hando

Got a problem, no denial, keep it real with my addiction

Call me Tim the tool man Tailor if you need a fucking fixer

Puffing loud, hear me now, all you gotta do is listen

Drink strong, man, it feel like I’ve been lifting, come and get it

Got a problem and I try to tell myself it’s something different

But it ain’t nothing new, I gotta have that in my system, in my system

I’ve been fiending for a feeling, if you with it come and dip it

If you ain’t know, I ain’t tripping but

I need it in my system, my system, my system, my system

I-I-I don’t know (my system) bout-bout-bout you but I need it in my system

My system, my system, my system

I-I-I don’t know (my system) bout-bout-bout you but I need it in

My trunk, my system, the drums, it’s kicking

The drugs, it’s kicking, I’m drunk, belligerent

You sober, you tripping, somebody get him a cane

I’m with the dream team, drinking on champion shit champagne

Now I done had too many sips of different mixes in my system

All these women in my section, it get hard to pay attention

That’s my bad, that’s your bad, ain’t nobody you could be mad at

A-a-aiming for your melon, every shot automatic

Going crazy in this bitch, like all the walls are padded

Not, in my, right mind but my bitch right at the pageant

T-t-tell her keep on rolling, kush sticky as molasses

See a hole in the swisher, don’t worry, baby, I’ll patch it

Got a problem and I try to tell myself it’s something different

But it ain’t nothing new, I gotta have it in my system, in my system

I’ve been fiending for a feeling, if you with it come and dip it

If you ain’t know, I ain’t tripping but

I need it in my system, my system, my system, my system

I don’t know about you but I need it in my system

My system, my system, my system

I don’t know (my system) about you but

My system, my system, my system

My system, my system, my system, my system…