Ya mind is bad weather.
Diseased when you clever.
Bad girl love tha bad bad things.
It’s my little nose that needs cocaine.
Met a man that make me wanna touch.
I’ve got too many reasons to get fucked up.
Think I may have given you a glisten.
Of something that only locks you in my prison.
I stare in the mirror and crave muh cravez.
Cocaine passion has risen from the grave.
Stupid seventeen year old shithead, an addict.
Five years later, baby makes me romantic.
Once again, I’m to break.
I know that I musn’t,
But I love you, cocaine.
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