Cokane in my Brain
Hey Jim, Jim,I want you to spell for me somethingI want you to spell New YorkN-E-W Y-O-R-K, that's New YorkNo man, I'm sorry you've made a mistakeI'm gonna teach you the right wayAnd the proper way to spell New YorkHere it comesA knife, a fork, a bottle and a corkThat's the way we spell New York, Yea'Cause I've got cocaine running around my brainCocaine running around my brainYea, I got CocaineA whole lotta CocaineWhenever I walk in the rainI can feel a burning painKeeps on burning like a flameIm gonna put it in my bloody brainYou know I'm always on the run'Cause one day, i wanna meet the seventh sonI've got cocaine running around my brainCocaine running around my brainCocaineWhole lotta CocaineNo matter how I treat my guestsThey always like my kitchen bestLike burning flameIn my bloody brainI got a burning flame in my brainRight on, yeahRight onYeahRight onYeahRight onYeahRight onYeahRight onI've got cocaine running around my brainYea, I got cocaine running around my brainWhole lotta cocaine running around my brainYea, I got cocaine running around my brainRunning around my brainRunning around my brainRunning around my brainScrewing on my brainLashing on my brainSucking on my BrainCocaine, running around my brainRunning around my brainRunning around my brainRunning around my