Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cocaine Cowboys , by - Slaine. Release date: 26.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cocaine Cowboys |
| I’m America’s nightmare, the American dream |
| I have risen from environments with heroin schemes |
| Crack fiends and thugs pack macs in black jeans |
| A society without a solution or vaccine |
| Just a sickness where 71% are addicted to drugs includin' prescriptions |
| So when I shoot from the hip bitch |
| It’s more than just a screwed up musician |
| This is your world, I’m givin' the brutal description |
| A truer depiction, well listen if you heard I might tell it |
| Got my pistol pointed at all you conservative zealots |
| You’re a bible beater, every word I blurted is hellish |
| Your daughter’s sixteen, I’m waitin' for her to develop |
| I’m perverted and relish inside of these blasphemous rhymes |
| Getting smashed drinking liquor then I’m passing her lines |
| In the same fucking apartment that I’m stashing the nine |
| Call it fucked up, I call it a passion of mine |
| You’re addicted to the rush, adrenaline pumpin' |
| I could put fist through your chest right now |
| And I know I get a little crazy on this shit |
| I know, I know, I know |
| Sick visions of destruction, adrenaline pumpin' |
| I can feel my heart about to beat out of my chest |
| And I know I can quit at any time I want it |
| I know, I know, I know |
| Streets love me cause I’m a natural born hustler |
| My fam disappointed, I’m my own best customer |
| Ridin' a white pony, a cocaine cowboy |
| Far from a phony, homie, I blow brains out boy |
| Uh huh, now I’m cleanin' off a mirror |
| Choppin' that Christina Aguilera, high till I die |
| Loc till they smoke me, shit don’t stop |
| So I’m pushin' through a nosebleed |
| Movin' weight but still losing weight |
| Maneuver straight, master the high, destroy, build, and communicate |
| Wifey bitching, she don’t like the life I’m living |
| Shut the fuck up, I can tell that I might be slipping |
| No matter what these motherfuckers think kid I’m holdin' mine |
| Blowing lines, I can’t think with a sober mind |
| Test my patience and I strike, fuck the proud |
| You got some sort of sick desperation in your life |
| Machine gun mentality for a reason I’m battlin' |
| Demons from being badly treated back as a fetus |
| Why the fuck you think I’m thinkin' of smashing a teen |
| For Paris or Nicky when I put a gag cap on my penis |
| Dab it in a wannabe actress that can’t actually act |
| But she looks spectacular sucking me off happily |
| Especially opportunity, use it to cop |
| The root of all evil since all of us are already |
| Walk with Lucifer’s cause to influence upon people |
| And the thought of God is truly diggin' my hole deeper |
| Slowly I’mma tell you what believe and show me |
| Only hold it closely if you see and know it’s real |
| I mean it cause I’ve been deceited and treated just like a failure |
| So it’s either starve or scheme for a fucking mill |
| They subpoena me and make the ordeal |
| Way more heater on that ass while I’m on the scene like I got a hundred mill |
| Whose got free beats, I ain’t givin' away shit |
| Put the plate up to my face and I’m fiending to take it |
| They’re like, Oh great, another white kid with limited patience |
| And a nose like a black hole, put him with Slaine then |