Cocaine - Abner Jay

Cocaine, cocaine

Runnin' round my heart

And then runnin', oh it runnin'

Round my brain

I woke up this mornin'

Had a hungry pang

All I wanted for breakfast was

Some good ol' cocaine

Come here, momma!

Oh, come here quick

Ol' cocaine got me, momma

And I’m feelin' sick

The doctor said

«If you’re all sick, come in»

They said I’ll cure ya

But the voucher don’t say when

I walked down Elm

I walked down Main

Tryna bum a dollah

To get me some cocaine

I crave cocaine!

Haha!

But I can’t find nothin' here in Atlanta.

I’m goin' back down to South Georgia.

Down to Fitzgerald.

Down to Dr.

Hale’s drugstore.

All these old doctors in Atlanta wantcha money!

I’m tired of wakin' up feelin' bad e’ery mornin'.

Drinkin' this old bad liquor.

I want somethin' to pep me up.

Dr. Hale’ll give you what youse want,

like a doctor supposed to do!

Those of y’all know what’s happenin',

meet me under the clothesline, 'cause that where I hang out

I went down to Fitzgerald

Down to Dr. Hale

And a sign in that window

Read that night, «Got no coke»

I walked down Elm

I walked down Main

Tryna find a woman

Who deals cocaine

Get outta here, woman!

Oh, I thought you understood

You ain’t got no connection

Then you’re damn sure ain’t no good

Cocaine, cocaine

Lord, it’s runnin' round my heart

And it runnin', oh it runnin'

Round my brain

Let it run, boy!

Well, (?) got a theory

Sweeter is the juice

Gimme another woman

For my particular use

I chew my tobbacah

Lord knows it’s my juice

I’m gonna use cocaine

Until life ain’t no use

Cocaine, cocaine

Oh, it runnin' round my heart

And it runnin', oh it runnin'

Round my brain