| I saw the Devil in my nightmare
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| Cocaine dreams took me right there
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| If you feel like I feel right now
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| I would never do you wrong
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| Protect your neck with a rosary, all hail Father
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| Dry the money, still dirty when I step out the shower
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| Conversating with my shooter like, «Who really got power?
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| Let’s dead 'em all, I ain’t tryin' to be bothered»
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| Talking practice, I’ll body a big gato
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| Part II
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| Cocaine dreamin' (Dreamin')
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| Cocaine dreamin' (Cocaine)
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| Cocaine dreamin' (Dreamin')
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| Every fuckin' night and day! |
| (Day)
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| Cocaine dreamin'
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| Cocaine dreamin'
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| Cocaine dreamin'
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| Every fuckin' night and day! |
| (Day)
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| (Every fuckin' night and day!)
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| ('til it take your fuckin' life away!)
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| Takin' it, takin' it back
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| Rememberin' days in the trap
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| I really be talkin' that life
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| I really be talkin' it right
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| Never seen a papi like me
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| In a view with a few, like
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| You ain’t never seen a fiend, like
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| Get flee like Balmain stonewash be like
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| «Give me more, give me more coke»
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| His hands is tremblin', nose is runnin'
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| «Give me more, give me more coke»
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| He kept on repeatin', he told me he’s nervous
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| His father’s on Fifth Ave, his mother divorced him
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| He gets an allowance, he’s drivin' a Porsche
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| He started with smokin' the gateway, it’s real
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| And in over a year he spent half of a mill on coke
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| I mean, you need to slow that shit down, Pa
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| I mean I’ll sell it to you, but don’t be dyin' off this shit
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| It’s rainin' and pourin' with snow, lovin' to blow
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| Never seen a fiend quite like
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| Can’t sleep, can’t eat, high all night
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| Blow, blow, blow, like dy-no-mite
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| Damn this life, damn this cell
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| I’m killin' his spirits, I’m fryin' his cells
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| I’m servin' the fiends and they come back again
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| Something so wrong, feel so right within |