COCAINE (feat. Bentley)
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine to the brain
It really is a shame
You didn't show up, bitch
Too fucking late
I need you in my life
But I don't want to die
Lines on the glass
Paint my feelings in the sky
Tell me how you feel
I know I made you cry
Hope he treats you well
One more bump and I'll fly
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine to the brain
It really is a shame
You didn't show up, bitch
Too fucking late
Cocaine, oh my God
Oh it's fucking cocaine
It's snowing inside of my nose and my brain
I'm feeling impressive and going insane
Eight ball in my pocket, I'm flying away
And I don't give a fuck what you say
I'm filling my nose and I'm feeling a way
I think I forgot how to say my own name
But fuck what you say
I'm the king of cocaine
Tear this shit up like a scar to the face
And I'll introduce you to my little friend
So take a big line, baby don't be a waste
Or somebody else gonna be scraping the plate
I'm bumping the bag until I bought a replacement
Tip of my tongue because you know I can taste it
Why not just face it, I am the greatest
Few grams left but you better not waste it
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine to the brain
It really is a shame
You didn't show up, bitch
Too fucking late
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine to the brain
It really is a shame
You didn't show up, bitch
Too fucking late
I need you in my life
But I don't want to die
Lines on the glass
Paint my feelings in the sky
Tell me how you feel
I know I made you cry
Hope he treats you well
One more bump and I'll fly
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine to the brain
It really is a shame
You didn't show up, bitch
Too fucking late
Cocaine, oh my God
Oh it's fucking cocaine
It's snowing inside of my nose and my brain
I'm feeling impressive and going insane
Eight ball in my pocket, I'm flying away
And I don't give a fuck what you say
I'm filling my nose and I'm feeling a way
I think I forgot how to say my own name
But fuck what you say
I'm the king of cocaine
Tear this shit up like a scar to the face
And I'll introduce you to my little friend
So take a big line, baby don't be a waste
Or somebody else gonna be scraping the plate
I'm bumping the bag until I bought a replacement
Tip of my tongue because you know I can taste it
Why not just face it, I am the greatest
Few grams left but you better not waste it
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine to the brain
It really is a shame
You didn't show up, bitch
Too fucking late
Credits
Writer(s): Bentley Stevenson
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