Audio Cocaine

Wake up, boy
What you doin' at this hour?
What's the ETA, boy?
Flip a coin, dress, shower
We outside the gate, boy
Don't you stay in actin' sour
We just wanna work it, boy
You can get us all employed
Better drop location

Whether that's rave in the woods
At the club, my spot, your place
Or your grandma's basement
I've been gettin' ready with the crew
And that's 'bout 2 hours that none of us plan on wastin'
Preparation's key
Backpack stacked platinum heavy
That maximum ease
Keep a few tabs on me
That's why they keep tabs on me
Let a boy run free, like, damn
Good puppy need treats
Big dog, you a handsome beast
Can you dance on beat?
Can I pass you a bag of the catnip?
Helps me to land on my feet
Take a chance on me, uh
Be my dancing queen
On the side where the grass is greener
Nights are longer, glasses deeper
Can't match this energy?
Bitch, step away from the speaker

Put your drinks down, finish up, no time to explain
Bout to get your body moving, lose connection to the brain
What's he saying? What's the meaning?
I don't care, it sounds insane
Never get it out your system
This is audio cocaine

Wake up, boy
What you doin' at this hour?
What's the ETA, boy?
Flip a coin, dress, shower
We outside the gate, boy
Don't you stay in actin' sour
We just wanna work it, boy
You can get us all employed

Fuck this place up
Shake like lightning struck this place
What's on display this night?
Keep slaying this tight
Get visible, seen from space, so bright
Take flight, rotate with the puff-puff haze
Slow burn, don't cut to the chase
Anyone show hate, you can shut your face
Motherfuckers ain't ready for the ruffneck bass
Drop that low
That includes you too, Mc. Too-Macho
If I watch your too-cool booty not moving
Keep it looping 'til you
Stop that jock strap show
Let go of that toxic waste
Stop frontin', where you shop that face?
Feel your rocks ain't locked in place?
Open sesame
Suggest the same to lovers and the haters
SMD
Ratatat-tat, flow like an SMG
Every track on point with the recipe
Mama, yes indeed
Chef it like Makonnen, serotonin
Fill your antidepressant need
Same modus operandi, every saturday eve
For the past few weeks, I'm a brand new creature
Self-control, I don't need no features
Y'all in my church now, follow your preacher, bitch

Put your drinks down, finish up, no time to explain
Bout to get your body moving, lose connection to the brain (oh my god)
What's he saying? What's the meaning?
I don't care, it sounds insane
Never get it out your system (Wait a minute!)
This is, huh
This is, what
This, shit
This shit's like audio cocaine

(This is your brain on drugs)



Credits
Writer(s): Jonas Fällman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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