Substance

[Intro: Chris Brown]

(Yeah)

Right now you warned

OHB, yeah

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]

Let's talk about somethin'

Girl, I need your acceptance

You're makin' assumptions

But you know it's nothin' (Yeah)

The liquor keep callin'

You know I need more

It's ninety-nine problems, can't take any more

I'm 'bout to mix up this Sprite with the four

Oh, OHB 'bout to walk through

Only hot bitches in the bedroom

Pop a Xan', watch me get loose

Throwin' all of these bands for you

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

Substance, substance

Substance, substance (Oh, woah)

Huh, all this substance abuse (Substance, oh)

I need substance from you (Oh, woah)

Substance, substance

Substance, substance (Oh, woah)

Huh, all this substance abuse (Substance, oh)

I need substance from you (Ow!)

[Verse 2: HoodyBaby, Chris Brown, HoodyBaby & Chris Brown]

Girl, who do you fuck when I ain't in the city? (Yeah)

Drivin' me crazy, way over the limit

My homies, they say that I'm trippin'

Fuck it, I'm trippin', I'm crazy, I'm whippin' (Oh)

My heart is racin', this shit is amazin'

This negative energy

How did our love end up like the Kennedy's? (Oh)

Mixin' up drugs, yeah, I got the remedy

Damn, you fuckin' the enemy

I gave you the best of me (Oh)

Showed you how to trap out the bando

And left her the recipe, damn (Yeah!)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

Substance, substance

Substance, substance (Oh, woah)

Huh, all this substance abuse (Substance, oh)

I need substance from you (Oh, woah)

Substance, substance

Substance, substance (Oh, woah)

Huh, all this substance abuse (Substance, oh)

I need substance from you

[Verse 3: Tracy T, Chris Brown, Tracy T & Chris Brown]

Substance abuse (Yeah), substance from you (Yeah)

Thousand dollar tab, baby, this ain't bought food (Nah)

This a two-seater, baby, you can't car pool (Skrrt)

Got the old school, move like the car new (Woah)

Bands low, never make your girl spend it with me (Yeah)

When she gone, I get it back and spend another sixty

Still cold hearted, say it's cold-hearted, woah

She shotgun, I drop the top, let your hair blow

Them heels got you walkin' like you on the runway

I don't play, but we got the game like a arcade

On the witch hunt, I know you gon' make it right for me (Right for me, oh, yeah)

Put the pussy on the flight, make it tonight for me (Oh, tonight for me)

And, baby (Huh), I jump in that foreign

She hop in that passenger (Oh)

She gon' move work, she lowkey in the Acura (Yeah)

Bitch, ain't no cuffin', a boy still a bachelor (Ow!)

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Young Lo]

Substance, substance

Substance, substance (Oh, woah)

Huh, all this substance abuse (Substance, oh)

I need substance from you (Oh, woah)

Substance, substance

Substance, substance (Oh, woah)

Huh, all this substance abuse (Yeah, substance, oh)

I need substance from you (Lo)

[Verse 4: Young Lo]

Four in the mornin', I'm thinkin' of you (Yeah)

Just got the seal and I'm pourin' it through (Woo)

How can I deal with this substance abuse?

I'm only askin' this all 'cause of you (You)

These Xannies got me trippin' right now

Babe, your love is like a Perc', my heart itchin' right now

See 'em flashes of your face, I wanna kiss you right now

But I know it's just the drugs that got me trippin' right now

Tried to offer you my heart, you used it like a playground

Favorite groupies, jealously, I thought that you would stay 'round

Guess it's back to prescriptions to deal with the symptoms

I can't feel my face and I'm losin' my vision

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

Substance, substance

Substance, substance (Oh, woah)

Huh, all this substance abuse (Substance, oh)

I need substance from you (Huh)

[Verse 5: Chris Brown]

In recovery, rehabilitatin' from you

Teach me a lesson, I'm drug testin', makin' all them moves

We both gettin' fucked up, what's your excuse?

A new slave with a new fade, my chain a noose

Bitch, I'm sippin', you steady trippin' and politickin'

Takin' vacations with your bitch, why she ain't postin' pictures

I can lead her to that water if she wanna listen

If she don't drink, she gon' drown, I'm still gon' fuck some bitches (Ow!)

You know that pussy my addiction

She drivin' my stick, tryna fuck up my transmission

I'm pissed off, withdrawals just fuckin' up my pimpin'

Take a picture, nigga, see how I'm livin'

Ain't goin' back to prison, I got two felonies, dismissin' the case

A couple million, got a .45 locked in the safe

Hella bitches, hella bitches piled up in the Wraith

Hollywood with the cameras all up in your face