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white girl.
never have i ever wanted anything this bad..
i just wish, wish i had it in hand..
the cocaine to my brain, destroys and causes pain.
but yet i still come around, why cant i put it down.
even when i sleep i think about it.
and when i dont have it, i cause a fit.
shes there everywhere i go, the worst thing ive ever known.
i want to stop thinking about it,
but i end up taking a hit.
its like i cant get away,
the only reason to wake the next day.
i hope no one is as bad as me, but shit i cant help it,
i cant let it be. i dont want it anymore, dont even get high,
but when i dont have it , i want to die.
the white girl, who helped destroy my world,
will always be there, i cant stand it, cant stand to be here.
i feel so alone, why cant i get over it on my own?
i dont need these antidepressants theyre making me crazy,
every time i go to sleep, everything is kinda hazy.
i need God in my life, to get over this fight.
but it seems he aint there, its that white girl whose here.
she took everything i love, and all of my friends,
when can i put this madness to an end.
people everywhere feel the same way, but theyre still doing it till this day.
i pray to you, God, why arent you here?
your supposed to be a friend, a friend so dear..
i live normally, just like you, but its sad to say,
that my addiction is true.
i just wish, wish i had it in hand..
the cocaine to my brain, destroys and causes pain.
but yet i still come around, why cant i put it down.
even when i sleep i think about it.
and when i dont have it, i cause a fit.
shes there everywhere i go, the worst thing ive ever known.
i want to stop thinking about it,
but i end up taking a hit.
its like i cant get away,
the only reason to wake the next day.
i hope no one is as bad as me, but shit i cant help it,
i cant let it be. i dont want it anymore, dont even get high,
but when i dont have it , i want to die.
the white girl, who helped destroy my world,
will always be there, i cant stand it, cant stand to be here.
i feel so alone, why cant i get over it on my own?
i dont need these antidepressants theyre making me crazy,
every time i go to sleep, everything is kinda hazy.
i need God in my life, to get over this fight.
but it seems he aint there, its that white girl whose here.
she took everything i love, and all of my friends,
when can i put this madness to an end.
people everywhere feel the same way, but theyre still doing it till this day.
i pray to you, God, why arent you here?
your supposed to be a friend, a friend so dear..
i live normally, just like you, but its sad to say,
that my addiction is true.
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