You take Sally and I'll take Sue
There ain't no difference between the two
Coke's for whores, it ain't for men
They say it kills but they don't know when
Cocaine running 'round in my
Cocaine running 'round in my
Cocaine running 'round in my brain
Woke up this morning, had a hunger pain
And all I want for breakfast is my good cocaine
Oh mama, come here quick
That old cocaine's about to make me sick
Cocaine running 'round in my
Cocaine running 'round in my
Cocaine running 'round in my brain
Cocaine running 'round in my
Cocaine running 'round in my
Cocaine running 'round in my brain
I'm spendin' all my cash on cheap cocaine
And I've been wasted almost every day
And I don't know what to do
It kinda sucks being twenty-two
And now I'm back to pissing in my car
I'm back to doing lines in bathroom bars
And I don't know what to do
It kinda sucks being twenty-two
We were high as fuck on your back porch
And you didn't care anymore
But are you really gonna kick me out in this rain?
And I knew you would
I would've paid the rent if I could
And I know you do
Mean everything when you're all fucked on booze
I'm spending all my cash on cheap cocaine
And I've been wasted every day
And I don't know what to do
It kinda sucks being twenty-two
We were high as fuck on your back porch
And you didn't care anymore
But are you really gonna kick me out in this rain?
And I knew you would
I would've paid the rent if I could
And I know you do
Mean every fuckin' word when you're fucked on booze
And I knew you would
I would've paid the rent if I could
And I know you do
Mean everything when you're all fucked on booze
About This Song
"Cocaine" is a raw, punk-fueled track that captures the chaotic desperation of drug addiction through FIDLAR's signature lo-fi garage rock sound. The song presents addiction as an all-consuming force, with lyrics that oscillate between dark humor and genuine distress as the narrator describes cocaine "running round in my brain" and the physical dependency that drives their daily existence. Musically, the track features driving, distorted guitars and pounding drums that mirror the frantic energy and paranoia associated with stimulant abuse. The song's repetitive structure and urgent delivery create an almost manic quality that reflects the cyclical nature of addiction, while the band's deliberately sloppy production aesthetic reinforces themes of self-destruction and loss of control. It stands as a brutally honest portrayal of substance abuse that avoids romanticization, instead presenting addiction as the messy, destructive reality it often is.
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