Cocaine
“Let’s play the blame game, I’ve love you, more. Let’s play the game for sure.”
I love the way you choke me
Like cocaine you flow through my veins
I can’t stand the pleasure but I love the pain
Let me tell you a story about a girl named Mae
See I got bad habit ten calls a day
I sell my soul do anything just to call you bae
Dirty needles in my arms got alot to say
Drug dealer had to beat me cuz I couldn’t pay
White powered on my face where the arguments stay
Crumpled sheets on the ground where the arguments lay
Can’t recognize my face cuz I’m losing weight
Eyes bulging ,wide open can’t see the truth
Tracks up and down your arms provide the proof
that we both addicts With habits,
f***in’ and fighting always at it
Like that time I almost stabbed you by the kitchen cabinet
Instead we took that knife, cut up that vice, laid it on the kitchen table
Spent our last dime had to cut off the cable
But it was quality time and I had to have it
Worse than drug addiction you the deadliest habit
How we’re living is trife but I love this I love this strife
No rehab in sight but I try to get away
Met a couple guys from around the way
One said he can take away the pain
Different souls approach me but I stay the same
I’d rather chase you than replace you, and take you in vein
Screaming your name, knowing you should leave but I want you to stay
Cuz I’d do anything, sell my soul just to call you bae
Let me tell you a story about a girl named Mae
Scarred tissues around my heart was the price I paid
Inside out tore apart almost every day
Can’t cry no more tears cuz I’m the one to blame
For this addiction I endure ,bow my head in shame
But I’d do anything, sell my soul just to call you bae
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