Obsessions

It's the way you pick your clothes off the floor It's the way you scratch your skin when you yawn It's the t-shirts that you choose, like you're in the air force Yeah, the language that you use, reacts like chemicals Obsessions in my head, don't connect with my intellect It's called obsession - can you handle it? It's connected to the hip sounds, and it moves with the underground It's called obsession when you're around It's the way you close the doors of my car It's the stupid things you bought, with my credit card It's the way you don't read Camus or Bret Easton Ellis Yeah, the TCP you use, it stings when we kiss Obsessions in my head, don't connect with my intellect It's called obsession - can you handle it? It's connected to the hip sounds, and it moves with the underground It's called obsession, when you're around (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh) Obsessions, it's like sex, it's simple and complex It's called obsession - can you handle it? It's connected to the hip sounds, and it moves with the underground It's called obsession, when you're around (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh)