I miss the way you’d get my heart going, the way you’d make it skip a beat,
The way I wouldn’t even cared if I died with you, dying so happy wouldn’t at all be defeat...
I almost wanted to die, I always to go out on top.
When these thoughts came to mind, I thought I’d never be able to stop
And if I ever stopped loving you, I thought it would be your decision,
But it was mine, it was my last cut; I made the very last excision.
I miss you,
I hope you miss me too.
I miss that classy white girl more than all the other girls combined
You gave me something to work for, a reason to rise and grind.
After we intertwined, we would always fight and you would cause yet another nosebleed,
But it’s worth it, I think it’s the hate, not the love, that I really most need,
It’s the way you hit me, the way you made my heart race,
Just like the first time I met you, that numbing first taste
You were pricey, but I knew I wouldn’t want a cheaper kind,
I knew I wouldn’t be truly happy without your sort of find.
But I never was truly happy with you,
It would be euphoria with you, but only a short lived view.
I admit it, most the time, I had you on my arm just to flaunt;
I still wonder if it was you I truly did want
I used you to gain a crew and even used you to get girls
I used you for love, in all forms: the hard shit and the twirls.
What’d you expect? The first time we met was in a fucking three-way,
I knew since that day, I could never look at you the same.
Even though I understand the sunshine of your love ain’t worth the aftermath rain,
I still get happy when somebody whispers your name: Cocaine.