Cocaine

[Produced by THEMpeople]

[Hook: Via Rosa]

She said she sick of the cocaine

It's a hell of a drug

She said she sick of the cocaine

It's a hell of a drug

[Verse 1: Via Rosa]

Oh you said it was only one time

And you didn't even like it

That you'd never get caught doing it alone at night when

When you were lonely, you were lonely

No you wouldn't resort to cocaine

[Verse 2: TheMIND]

I'm sick of it all, my mama used the raw so

Of course I have to snort it mental distorted

From all the lines given unto me

Here sipping 7up, chopping up Britney

Praying to the heavenly father I don't end up like Whitney

My palms are itchy, my senses iffy, the present trippy

The past might trip me if I let it, my sissy text me she miss me

I miss her too, I'm addicted what should I do

I'm a dickhead if I don't move, I've been tripping, dropped out of school

Selling myself these white lines

Guess I'm a dope dealer trying to sell you on me

My papa warned me, that my manipulative ways would backfire this morning

You looked back at me for the first time

As I emptied that last vial and handed you that hundred dollar bill

And the thought that this was ludicrous now fact I'm a liar

And I'm not worth a shit but still

That mirror show you too, and even if you only use to

Take the edge off, I bet y'all

Any amount of money she'd be running back faster then the hedgehog

I'm using, sonically of course

Cause socially I'm bored

And spiritually I'm torn

And my morals are all gone

So this Cocaine

[Hook: Via Rosa]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3: Vic Mensa]

Wait, I think I can hear your footsteps

Not that that mean I'm lonely

But better than that more likely

Just wish you would be there for me

I wish that when you close your eyes you could fall asleep

Instead of falling into acting like the company you keep

Close my neck, hold my hand and watch me dive slow

Down a bottle of gin, head first to the sin one hand on the bible

Boy I just sold back from the Devil for a line of yay

Resort to it at night because you were scared to give it the time of day

And then that night falls, that's when that coke calls

And then you drink too much, you start to doze off

You bend back into it like a pole vault, wipe your nose off

No powder on the table but you can hear the coke talk

She say she just wanna do it like Hollywood does it

So she stretch her restaurant paycheck to fit it in her budget

And she say she love it, probably much as she love herself

So you know who she call when she need to ask someone for help

[Outro: Via Rosa]

There's always a reason

Always an excuse

Always a line that you gotta do

My love won't be hanging on much longer