King Chorus, A-Dub 878 and Shane Chorus Bourne - Cocaine High

Keep my cup full I take my drugs
Sedated to ease my mind
On the run tryna chase my buzz
I barely even survive
I need a new girl to pick me up
My ex still wants me to die
I've been Losing hope for my hopeless romantic side
Pull the rug out from me make me realize that I'm broken
Then lift me back up baby make me feel like I am chosen
Take my words and titty twist em
Tell ya friends that's how I told em
Take control when I don't have the balls to speak thats why you hold em
I been hoping
That you don't really listen to the music that I'm making
Lately every song I write is about you thats why you hate it
I can't help but think about you every time I'm faded
Baby look what you created
Baby look what you created
Tattoos on my heart
You left your mark and now it shows
I don't make the moves on no one
I just let it go
Everytime I meet a new girl I just compare her to you
But that ain't fair to me and that ain't really fair to her




You and I don't work because we don't see eye-
To eye on anything and we just don't see why
Maybe we're to focused on our own thing
ct our own speed
Running on a cocain high
You and I don't work because we don't see eye-
To eye on anything and we just don't see why
Maybe we're to focused on our own thing
ct our own speed
Running on a cocain high
Cocaine High


Only get lonely on nights I'm alone
I don't know where to go when I'm ridin
Holding on the moment when I'm zonin
I don't know if i overdosed or I'm flyin
Turn that heat up
I got my feet up
On the clouds like Weezy
Style and we be vibin
Got no plans like we freestylin
cnd i aint falling off
Give em molotovs
Give em all a call
Friends and fam still fuck with yall
To my haters
cint no love for yall
Just a middle finger yeah i said fuck em all
Been locked up locked down
Out on the block
Chasing bread like its making me famous
She wants my number
I can't exchange it
I wanna party
She wanna play shit
Said she in love
I think she crazy
She wanna fuck
She wanna baby
We tryna live this is how you made me
Had to run it up cuz these times got dangerous
When i'm out workin i'm worrying daily
So many lost friends seeing all those faces
cll those crowds all those places
cll those trials and tribulations
They go big
I go bigger
Out on tour they don't wanna go with ya
When i get down
Pops told me sit up
I aint raise no bitch but you gotta gp figure
Get that money son
cnd don't give up
Life's a bitch nothing sweet she's bitter
Life's a bitch nothing sweet she's bitter
cnd the shit aint gold even though it might glitter



You and I don't work because we don't see eye-
To eye on anything and we just don't see why
Maybe we're to focused on our own thing
ct our own speed
Running on a cocain high
You and I don't work because we don't see eye-
To eye on anything and we just don't see why
Maybe we're to focused on our own thing
ct our own speed
Running on a cocain high

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