Cocaine Woman - LUCKI

When I, I’m waking up to used products

I’m like «fuck», how I let you get to me?

You make all whites look bad like African history

You make all nights look sad like drunk parents but me

I keep letting you use me for a fucking get up

Somehow I don’t know how to stop, it’s like a fucking hiccup

Besides the fact of you being a drug addicted hipster

I see past the coke residue and carpet stains of liquor

Even though you are Satan

I can’t get over my love for you

You see, no matter how many re-ups you snorted you still gon give me that effect

You see, no matter big deals you smoked up you still gon give me that effect

You make me want to stop trapping, at least until you overdose of your fix

But if that happens, my heart will be broken, so here’s your fix

You get me every time with your childhood stories

You use me, I’m in denial, I’m like a father on Maury

I lose a lot, I ignore it

But when I’m broke it’s your fault

When my connect call me and tell me no more being short

You’ll be gone by then, onto another young dealer

Just hope you pull your cards right cause you might meet the wrong dealer

Like, white bitch, even though you are Satan

I can’t get over my love for you

You see, no matter how many big deals you smoked up you still gon give me that

effect

You see, no matter how many re-ups you snorted you still gon give me that effect

You fucking slut