Grandmaster Flash And The Furious Five White Lines

[Hook:]

(White Lines) Visions, dreams of passion

(Blowing through my mind) And all the while I think of you

(High price) A very strange reaction

(For us to unwind) The more I see, the more I do

(Something like a phenomenon) Baby!

(Telling your body to come along, but white lines blow away)

(Blow! Rock it! Blow!)

Ticket to ride, white line highway

Tell all your friends, they can go my way

Pay your toll, sell your soul

Pound-for-pound costs more than gold

The longer you stay, the more you pay

My white lines go a long way

Either up your nose or through your vein

With nothing to gain except killing your brain

[Hook]

(Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock!)

Higher, baby

Get higher, baby!

Get higher, baby!

And don’t ever come down! (Freebase!)

Rang dang diggedy dang di-dang

Diggedy dang di-dang diggedy dang di-dang

(Pipeline) pure as the driven snow

(Connected to my mind) and now I’m having fun, baby!

(High price) it’s getting kinda low

(Cause it makes you feel so nice) I need some one-on-one, baby!

(Don’t let it blow your mind away) Baby!

(And go into your little hideaway ‘cause white lines blow away)

(Blow! Rock it! Blow!)

A million magic crystals, painted pure and white

A multi-million dollars almost overnight

Twice as sweet as sugar

Twice as bitter as salt

And if you get hooked, baby

It’s nobody else’s fault, so don’t do it!

[Hook]

(Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock!)

(Ahhh) Higher, baby

(Ahhh) Get higher, baby!

(Ahhh) Get higher, baby!

And don’t ever come down! (Freebase!)

(Don’t you get too high) don’t you get too high baby!

(Turns you on) you really turn me on and on

(Cause you gotta come down) my temperature is risin’

(When the thrill is gone) no, I don’t want you to go

A street kid gets arrested, gonna do some time

He got out three years from now just to commit more crime

A businessman is caught with 24 kilos

He’s out on bail and out of jail

And that’s the way it goes, raah!

(Cane! Sugar! Cane! Sugar! Cane!)

Athletes rejected, governerds corrected

Gangsters, thugs and smugglers are thoroughly respected

The money gets divided

The women get excited

Now I’m broke and it’s no joke

It’s hard as hell to fight it, don’t buy it!

[Hook]

Little Jack Horner sitting on the corner

With no shoes and clothes

This ain’t funny, but he took his money

And sniffed it up his nose

(Hey man, you wanna cop some blow?)

(Sure, what you got, dust, flakes or rocks?)

(I got China White, Mother of Pearl, Ivory Flake, What you need?)

(Well yeah, well let me check it out man, just let me get a freeze)

(Go ahead man, stuff I got should kill ya!)

(Yeah man th-that’s that’s raw, woah..)