Cocaine & Fireworks

I sent a billion Buddies right through my body bitch

And I bleached my fuckin skull, I’m on my blondie shit

This the night that we wasted

I’m not buyin’ fake shit

Just trust me and taste it

We got girls in wet white shirts

Cocaine and fireworks, sayin'

Oh-oh

I need it

Oh-oh

Baby, I’m fienin

Baby, I’m fienin

Baby, I’m fienin

Baby, I’m fienin

As soon as I pop that pilly, I’m outta service

And when I’m rockin’ my grillies I’m a different person

And I’m feelin good, like the third member of Surfaces

Pull up to the party already shirtless

I used to check my bank account when I get nervous

It don’t make sense to make millions feel worthless

You gotta face the fact that you’ll never be perfect

I just wanna feel numb, so nerveless

Got girls in wet white shirts

Cocaine and fireworks, sayin

Oh-oh

I need it

Oh-oh

Baby, I’m fienin

Baby, I’m fienin

Baby, I’m fienin

Baby, I’m fienin

Yeah