fuck you cocaine

kid cudi

on the pursuit of happiness picking a cocaine boogie

boogie man until its done another half q should ye ?

call it a night troops and be branded a pure pussy

ken when it approaches doom n gloomy memory foam aye absolutely

the hardcore angel glares disgust at every given opportunity

but surely the state of my Saturday sliders grants my immunity

my heads muddled in the mix de-stressing with vodka and cancer sticks

confused with tick to when ? impressions of me digging deep to six

all because

tony yayo makes my life pain

a different ball game playing with my brain

tony yayo makes my life pain

break away in vain fuck you cocaine ! fuck you cocaine !