Cocaine Express

One call is all it takes, everybody makes mistakes.
I cant afford fags, but i'll have one more bag.
You see, it starts when your bored, then you want more and more,
one voice says "NO", another says " on you go".
Then its there, like small grains of sand, in a bag, in your hand.
One note, one card, its not very hard.
You sit on your own, your a king on his throne.

Fell from a cloud cant stop coming down.
Stray thoughts control, hot flushes hold.
Picked up from nowhere, dropped off where they stare.
Wait for the white line to answer your prayer.

"Look at you now, what have you become?",
what a thing to hear from your own mum.
"You lie and you cheat, cant you see,
how the fuck could you do this to me?"
All of that time i thought she was crabit,
but it wasnt her fault, it was me with the habit.

Trapped in illusion, stuck in confusion.
Need some persuasion for decent conversation.
Trapped in the sheets, dare to watch the repeats.
Life is rough with the devils dandruff.

But now i've came back from that world
of tic, comedowns and dope.
And gave to my family, one last chance of hope.
So heres some advice, dont make life a mess.
Give up your ticket for the cocaine express.

GOD LOVES A TRIER