TheMIND - Cocaine lyrics

[Produced by THEMpeople] [Hook: Via Rosa] She said she sick of the c**aine It's a hell of a drug She said she sick of the c**aine It's a hell of a drug [Verse 1: Via Rosa] Oh you said it was only one time And you didn't even like it That you'd never get caught doing it alone at night when When you were lonely, you were lonely No you wouldn't resort to c**aine [Verse 2: TheMIND] I'm sick of it all, my mama used the raw so Of course I have to snort it mental distorted From all the lines given unto me Here sipping 7up, chopping up Britney Praying to the heavenly father I don't end up like Whitney My palms are itchy, my senses iffy, the present trippy The past might trip me if I let it, my sissy text me she miss me I miss her too, I'm addicted what should I do I'm a dickhead if I don't move, I've been tripping, dropped out of school Selling myself these white lines Guess I'm a dope dealer trying to sell you on me My papa warned me, that my manipulative ways would backfire this morning You looked back at me for the first time As I emptied that last vial and handed you that hundred dollar bill And the thought that this was ludicrous now fact I'm a liar And I'm not worth a sh** but still That mirror show you too, and even if you only use to Take the edge off, I bet y'all Any amount of money she'd be running back faster then the hedgehog I'm using, sonically of course Cause socially I'm bored And spiritually I'm torn And my morals are all gone So this Cocaine [Hook: Via Rosa] [Bridge] [Verse 3: Vic Mensa] Wait, I think I can hear your footsteps Not that that mean I'm lonely But better than that more likely Just wish you would be there for me I wish that when you close your eyes you could fall asleep Instead of falling into acting like the company you keep Close my neck, hold my hand and watch me dive slow Down a bottle of gin, head first to the sin one hand on the bible Boy I just sold back from the Devil for a line of yay Resort to it at night because you were scared to give it the time of day And then that night falls, that's when that coke calls And then you drink too much, you start to doze off You bend back into it like a pole vault, wipe your nose off No powder on the table but you can hear the coke talk She say she just wanna do it like Hollywood does it So she stretch her restaurant paycheck to fit it in her budget And she say she love it, probably much as she love herself So you know who she call when she need to ask someone for help [Outro: Via Rosa] There's always a reason Always an excuse Always a line that you gotta do My love won't be hanging on much longer