Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cocaine & Whiskey, artist - Slaine. Album song The Boston Project, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.04.2013
Record label: Suburban Noize
Song language: English
Cocaine & Whiskey |
Take 10 pace and faces |
Used to pray to the almighty Lord to kiss the cross of Jesus |
Jesus, did all y’all catch amnesia |
Move too quick, you probably all fall from seizures |
The cards maxed out, your air maxing visa |
Air max is dirty, your cars getting seized |
Your mortgage for closure, how hard to blow this |
These hoes so cold, nobody believes |
I even notice my brothers are soldiers |
My country’s America, my goverment’s folding |
Trip on my shoulders, I’m on the tour bus |
I speak for more of us, ye you should believe |
I’m not a villain but they treat me like a hivo |
They say he’s a weirdo but they pay me with dinero |
I got no fear no more, this is my real consequence |
See nothing, my documents are real |
(Hook) |
Cocaine and whiskey |
Keeps me high, so high |
Cocaine and whiskey |
Keeps me high, so high |
I spread my fucking fingers to the born feet of my sea |
I’m a schizophrenic but I’m gonna beat this disease |
People call me Cal, it’s dolphin now |
Spend most of my days fucked up on pills |
Plan go with the A pumped up on tell |
Time is now, I’ma beat ‘em over the head |
Knowing the last truely know off of the dead |
But I’m alive and get the dough sleep on speak |
‘Cause I can take a vicken and keep on ticking |
Time waits for no man get with the program |
Barbarian swinging swords like Conan |
30+ and I’m trust worthy where’s the worthy trust |
Bridge will fall and will fuck |
Ride it on the dirty bus |
Put me on my dead dogs you wanna murder me |
Before the day comes |
I’ma make sure you heard of me |
(Hook) |
Cocaine and whiskey |
Keeps me high, so high |
Cocaine and whiskey |
Keeps me high, so high |
I shed tears for what I turn my life in 2 |
And now my news drip the same where my eyes do |
So take another shot, drink the pain away |
And all my stress disappear like it’s David Blaine |
My country raised me to be stupid |
Drug abusing, high school drop out student |
My childhood was gone before I realized that I’m youth less |
Tryin to raise my kid to be a kid but I’m clueless |
Sometimes I feel my mother hates me and she wouldn’t miss me |
If I was gone so I pop pills and drink whiskey |
Fus say I fit the descript so he frisk me |
Then he find up a scrips, the he clicks me |
I’ma beat myself up and hit the liquor store |
Sip after sip till I’m sick on the kitchen floor |
So be it I’m a motherfucking alcoholic |
Cocaine and whiskey twisting up the chronic |
(Hook) |
Cocaine and whiskey |
Keeps me high, so high |
Cocaine and whiskey |
Keeps me high, so high |