Crack Cocaine

Meet you in the city
Or your neighbourhood
Isn't it a pity
I'm just no good

Blackbirds burning down in Birmingham
Got whacked out by crack cocaine

Got my hands in my pockets
And I'm scratching my brains
Don't you think it's lucky
I'm going down the drain

Buy me and stop one

Gonna buy a shooter
Be a gangster boy
Gonna make it bigger
Than my three inch toy



Credits
Writer(s): Colin Edmund Goldring, Stewart Leonard Goldring
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