Sylvia Robinson - White Lines lyrics

[Intro] White! Ooh-white! White! Ooh-white![2x] (White Lines) Vision dreams of pa**ion (Going through my mind) And all the while I think of you (Pipeline) A very strange reaction (Yours to unwind) The more I see, the more I do [Verse 1] Something of a phenomenon Telling your body to come along Cause White Lines blow away Blow! Rock! Blow! Ticket to ride a white-line highway Tell all your friends they can go my way Pay your toll, sell your soul Pound for pound it costs more than gold The longer you stay, the more you pay My white lines go a long way Either up your nose or through your vein With nothing to gain except k**ing your brain [Chorus] Freeze! (say rock, come on y'all) Rock (say freeze, come on!) Freeze! (say rock, come on y'all) Rock (say freeze, come on!) Freeze! (say rock, come on y'all) Rock (say freeze, come on!) Freeze! (say rock, come on y'all) Rock (say freeze, come on!) Aaaaah... Higher baby, get higher baby, get higher baby And don't ever come down... Free base! [Verse 2] Pipeline (pure as the driven snow) Connected to my mind (and now I'm having fun, baby!) Highrise (it's getting kind of low) Cause it makes you feel so nice (I need some one on one, baby!) Tell me it'll blow your mind away (baby) Going to your little hideaway Cause white lines (what do white lines do?) Blow away Blow! - Rock! - Blow! A million magic crystals painted pure and white A multi-million dollars almost overnight Twice as sweet as sugar, twice as bitter as salt And if you get hooked baby It's nobody else's fault - so don't do it! [Chorus] [Verse 3] (Don't you get too high) Don't you get too high, baby (It turns you on) You really turn me on and on (Can't you ever come down) My temperature is rising ('Til the thrill is gone) No, I don't want you to go A street kid gets arrested, gonna do some time He got out three years from now Just to commit more crime A businessman is caught with twenty four kilos He's out on bail, and out of jail And that's the way it goes! [Bridge] Cane! Sugar! Cane! Sugar! Cane! [Verse 4] Athletes reject it - governors correct it Gangsters, punks, and smugglers are Thoroughly respected The money gets divided - the women get excited Now I'm broke and it's no joke It's hard as hell to fight it - don't buy it! [Chorus]