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...