I goes out at night, in my glad rags Selling some to posh kids, prozzies and fags I do's a few spoons to get me in the mood I never do too much cos that makes you rude
Cos that's the trouble when you do too much You get a big mouth, start to lose touch You act all hard, gettin' louder and louder It's no fuckin' wonder they call it wacko powder
Dust! Majic dusty! Majic dust! Majic dusty!
My frontal lobes, have fucking turned black And when your ??s gone you cant never get it back Pulls things out my nose that look like bits of flan So sometimes I wash 'em up and smoke 'em on a can
Started in lines, chronic fuckin' times Got a fuckin' blizzard blowing through my mind This dirty fuckin' habit's costin' me a fuckin' mint Blew my cash on the blower now I'm really fuckin' skint
She don't like, she don't like, she don't like cocaine I never saw a woman fuckin' complain Like the pale skinny girl over there, she don't care She likes to play head games but fuckin' beware
She's really fuckin' off it, look at her eyes Give her half a gram and she'll open her thighs But leave her alone if I was you brother Cos she's not the kind of girl you can take home to your mother
Dust! Majic dusty! Majic dust! Majic dusty!
I knows you knows, if you knows what I mean All this majic dusty, the most I've ever seen I really got to stop, taking this shit I really fuckin' want to but it's hard to quit
This cocaine scene is full of false fuckers I'd rather deal with people fucked up on pukkas So it's ta-ra posh, I need a fuckin' rest Back to sellin' mary jane and fuckin' flat press
Yeah, I got 3 grams of Tony Montana, 2 grams of Jody Kidd, 4 grams of Kate Moss, and an eccy...
*Like Michael Barrymore back on the jam,... Four ??? go out with a bang*
Yeah, my mate had cocaine, and he took all of 'em... My mate took 'em, and there was all white foam round his mouth like Mumm-Ra from, er, Lion-OTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
