Joji - Cocaine lyrics

[Pre-Verse] I line up, inhale spit I love that white sh** Even more after every single hit No regrets, not even one bit [Verse 1] Realization of super energized thought What's in this c**aine that I just bought I'm on a whole 'nother god damn level I hear these b**hes mad, build my own god damn temple Nah, f** that, build several Build my ego til I look f**ing mental Motherf**er, I'm fine if you don't pay me Girl you like? I'll f** her til the gay sings I'm completely bind to this code, I'm not f**ing lazy Hard in from behind like I'm pacing I have girls on the side, call me Tiger Woods All your texts are lies, acting like you own the hoods Fake Gucci you gotta hide, you stole the goods Retard, you need to die, fake like Hollywood [Verse 2] Pot smoking motherf**er, like Michael Phelps Cough choking, fat blubber, you need some help? Annoyance provoking, vein cuter, just go to hell You think I'm joking? Did I stutter? You can't even get your dick felt My body count higher than some of these dudes' IQ's My ecclesiastical attire is used by my air crew My decisions prior are the only things that flew Now there is only a choir singing about my real crew I am the Apex Predator of the male hierarchy scale They're busy chasing the tail that I made wail Like a train off the rail, quicker than Gareth Bale Guess y'all failed, cause this boat sailed Let me leave you be, there's no need to worry Not much time, you might need to hurry Oh boy, can't you see? You need to scurry The only thing you hit are 3's, call you Steph Curry [Verse 3] Plans on plans on plans Oh man, I got this sh** exploding like Pakistan Runnin' the track like a Mexican God damn We up in this sh**, like a fat a** asian boy Packed up like we about to take down Troy Call me part "what?" call me School Boy I'm crashing this sh**, cause its about to be destroyed 8 Ball gone in less than one week Makes me feel f**ing elite Aggressive behavior caused by high testosterone Inflamed throat and lungs makes my voice monotone A lot of lines A nose like vacuum Turn up the music to f**ing distract you No need for H like Frank Lucas Just imagine all that value