I shouldve practiced torture
I shouldve done whatever I can
I shouldve kept my sanity
And I shouldve kept on my pants
I'm woken up by sick intentions
And you know that feeling at the top of a roller coaster?
When your stomach is about to drop?
They sell that on the streets now.
A deal is 50 a pop.
It's fairly cheap and the rage amongst the teens
Some are addicted for years
While others crave for weeks
It makes you look like a fool
And do things you never would
Everyone does it now
So you feel as if you should
An empty feeling remains when it's gone
You'll never have enough
Coke is such a last year joke
It's sold on the streets as "love"
