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Cocaine


I’m working for the Devil, I thought you might know When I’m done with you physically, I will capture your soul I’ll make love to you quickly, and then take it slow Then I will become your entire life, you know I give you that feeling of sensation in a rush Then you well-being I will crush You shall become dark and can’t explain I’m surely taking over your body my name is cocaine Oh! What a laugh get to see All those ironic and wicked things you do for me You buy, you smoke, you inhale, now you know why…… It’s me cocaine that’s taken over your life Look at you all confused don’t know which way to go It is driving the front seat of your soul Every disastrous and evil thing you do can’t be explained It is I Cocaine that’s laughing, watching you go insane Even after all of this, you still can’t see That I am the demon that’s controlling your wants and needs And tomorrow things shall be worse and you can’t explain Only knowing Christ will things change?
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