Cocaine

<I mean I fucked bitches that give good head but got no brain

This bitch tho>

 

bad bitch do cocaine

i love bad bitches and cocaine

I gave her my heart but all she give me is brain

bad bitch gon in-hell like it's OG strain she got no pain

from that septum but I'm hurting leave a nigga so lame

a hot girl walk in and they blow up like they pants is propane

even though I'm so game won't say they not the same as you

but they don't make me want them the sole reason I'm game is you

but I hate commitment a nigga don't always aim to shoot

but just to line the sights up and check, chop another line up with tomorrow's cheque

do so much coke when my mind on you I can't even afford to pay for it

think about you so much I'm sure I'm gonna pay for it, AK forty

seven my heart is full of clips, keep thinking bout your moon

and I'm gonna come soon, my hand ain't even in my pants I swear

at least I got something better to write about than the president and welfare

the president might as well be on welfare I couldn't care less at the minute

I'm inhaling this shit and filling my pockets with it, I'm thinking maybe I should go to rehab

and maybe you should go with me too, talk about what we had there's 12 steps in the programme

but I can only manage two steps if I sit down and blow a gram before

how come I ain't ever used this way before, I know I don't care about alot but this time I'm so close to something blissful

I just realised why I keep inhaling fistfuls, it's cos I ain't felt the same way since the day I kissed you

Got to do about a gram or two, to recreate the feeling Of your breathing on my skin, but I usually do more than a gram or two,

Can't pace myself when I hate myself for loving you

 

 

bad bitch do cocaine

i love bad bitches and cocaine

She got good head and good brain

But the feeling is kinda like pain

Insane , cos I know, all love is in vain,

stress on ur heart like good cocaine

 

I'm just trying to keep it 100, grams

Just another way to waste money like the Heinrich scams

But I feel like it's worth it because I believe in the product

I'm high as fuck telling my tailor give me secret pockets

Wearing my heart on my sleeve and I'm filling my sleeves with narcotics

Trynna keep my mind off it but every conversation is sparking the topic

Had a conversation with myself and now I'd doing coke and conversating

I stopped giving a fuck a while ago, like I'm a virgin or I'm compensating

And I'm verging on insanity and this is some manic beat

I wrote this shit while I was fucked up to preserve the reality

Columbian fishscAle, we get it off the deep web

Rack it up and inhale, a brief breath

8 ball to the brain, The most expensive cheap death