She got a cocaine cowboy with looks of a gentlemen Made her his little cowgirl than she took him in He took from her everything, than left her scarred up Just like his veins from that heroin he shot up When I saw you my jaw dropped, a nightmare you’re living Off chicks like you, his whole life he’s made a killing And it’s getting worse lately, I see the weight you gained Never leave the house like everyday is a rainy day You are what you eat; it’s true, I ain’t fronting Does that make you a liar from the lies that you stomach? You won’t confront him cause he’s nothing but a Cocaine - Cowboy Fearing you’ll end up like a Cobain You must have a slow brain, or maybe just blinded? This wolf in sheepskin got the wool over your eyelids And I did – feel so sorry for you And I fear – for you what tomorrow will do
Hook: Run girl, you need to get away He’s trouble, no matter what he say His love will only trust cocaine Your struggle always brings me pain
“License and registration please…” I knew that was you deep down on 22nd Street The crime of the century, I see police sirens Head on the steering wheel, closing his eyelids Red-hand caught him in his moment of truth In my sister’s car knocking boots with a prostitute And now you all mad cause I’m onto you Still no eye contact when I talk to you While I could make this personal and call out your name Same way for her that you hauled the ball out with chains Shackled up, while you lace that weed with tobacco blunt An opportunity to get a rip? Never pass it up They say once an addict, that they always that Now my only advice for you is that you watch your back You kind of hard to catch, when you running from your shadow
Take a look in the mirror see who’s looking back at you
Bridge: I wish I never seen these tears, come home Already been 3 years too long God got you girl, no, you never alone Come home, before it’s too late, come home…
Hook: Run girl, you need to get away He’s trouble, no matter what he say His love will only trust cocaine Your struggle always brings me pain
Now being heart-broke should never look like a blood sport And being lovesick shouldn’t leave you with a gut-sore And a buck short, you were supporting the habit Only matter of time fore he’s back to that crack-hit Wonder how he hacks it? What you would call a crackhead With a habit of making glass vials vanish Just like magic, yeah, dude is on some voodoo Behind an 8 ball, leaving her without a clue too Wanted to left hook you, straight to the cheek bone Getting your freak on behind her back for a cheap bone A mystery to me no more, I’m bringing this to light I often wonder how the hell that you could sleep at night? A Cocaine Cowboy with the heart of a coward Now our families taking back what is rightfully ours You see the big picture beaming through the photo frame? My big Sister… please come home again…
Hook: Run girl, you need to get away He’s trouble, no matter what he say His love will only trust cocaine Your struggle always brings me pain
Outro: God got you girl, no your never alone, come home before it’s too late.