Pink Cocaine

[Verse 1]
Well, well
Dreams alter life
And my life is awesome
It was me and Walter White
And Philip Seymour Hoffman
On some weed, lean, and Sprite
Then we got to talkin'
And the gleam hit the pipe
And then things got awkward
Coughin', takin' caution
But I'm better than the last time
Lookin' at me stallin'
Like, "well should I take this last line?"
Ain't no goin' back
I got the Devil in my past life
Life a game of craps
And I don't really bet the pass line
Cash, crime, sex
Is how they occupy the bottom-feeders
Drugs kill stress
And I ain't never had a problem healin'
My life is not make-believe
I don't own no Bible neither
Hypocrites don't pray for me
I don't need no modern Jesus
Lowkey, we used to smoke weed: became distant
Now, slowly, she text emojis that blow kisses
Lil' Bo Peep, let her nose bleed
It seems different
The coke goes to show
Say that she knows pimpin'

(Pink Cocaine x3)
(Just a line full of girls doin' pink cocaine?)

[Verse 2]
Here goes my wishlist:
Dear Doctor Lipschitz
I been missing all my misfits
A misfit's what I am
I chose to know, about to go
And this is just my plan
I smoke the most and know the ropes
This a different strand
Pardon who I am, I been highly ignored
I'm like Rosco, I get hostile
When I knock at the door
So while niggas drive Mercedes
Or shit, maybe a Porsche
I'ma' still be pushin' 80
In this Honda Accord
But accordin' to my coordinates
I'm right where I'm supposed to be
Lyrics paintin' pictures only smokers see
And see, hopefully
Guess it's dope to see [???] views
I be chillin', like a villain
Drinkin' Moscow Mules
So how 'bout you?
Feelin' awkward, an imposter, tryna' prosper
But you only puttin' dollars in your nostrils
It's preposterous how you knockin' on a line
You really need
And quick to bet it all
Like Billy Hoyle and Sydney Dean

(Pink Cocaine x3)
(Just a line full of girls doin' pink cocaine?)

[Verse 3]
This all came in a dream
Now my dream on the run
And if you ask me a fee
I'ma' give you a sum
And while she down on her knees
I swear I know what she want
So I'll just hand her a key
I'll promise she'll take a bump

My music
Pumps just brew in the [house?]
Wastin', shots taken
Quick, chase it; heart racin'
Lost patience, time takin' no time at all
And she can't even feel her fall, I'm feelin' off
Don't think that I could move, but I'm smooth: able
Never snort the last ball on the pool table
They on-call, do it all like a vacuum
There's one stall, eight girls in the bathroom
And you know they all glance when they dance
Got holes in they Vans, tattoos on they thighs
And the look in my eyes says I'm fine
But I might hurl
I love you, white girl

(Pink Cocaine x3)
(Just a line full of girls doin' pink cocaine?)