stream this song | open this song in your browser | back to album page | back to homepage Cocaine Track 15 from "Maiden" by The You Essay I'm hyped up! Living like a real-life American! Straight injection to the veins in my neck. When I feel the prick of hypodermic, I'm sick, but in a good way. It's only a good day with drogas to ingest and time to waste away. Face the day when I'll stop? I don't think so. Sink so low I'm like a bottom-feeder. What's a fuckin party without a bag of reefer and a fucking fifth? Fucking nothing. I'm fucking some chick I've never even met before. The sweat from her pores enables me to dig my high more. What the fuck I got to hide for?! Smoking crack rock right outside my front door. Whoops! My friends pull me back; throw em through the slide-door! Glass smash as they land on they ass. No door for three weeks; you think I spend my cash on refurbishing? Man, what the fuck you think?! Don't even talk to me till I've had my first "j" and drink! Verse Two: I came home the other day (la! la!) err-lay because the principal kicked my ass out, 'Cause I smoked the whole class out (la! la!) and he didn't wanna hassle with the middle-school drug-dealer. My momma-mommy, she cried so longy that her teardrops watered down her glass of Merlot. "Hello," she never said when I hit the entrance. Fingers gripped the cigarette, looking very tense and self-righteous. "How could you smite the good name of this household?!" Her voice was just as cold as the brew they allowed me with the meal that night which made me think of prohibition. Last thing I learned about before my ass was skidding on the sidewalk... Yo, I think there's something wrong, man... I think there's something wrong... (repeat) stream this song | open this song in your browser | back to album page | back to homepage

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