Heroine & Cocaine…

With the death of Chris “Daddy Mac” Kelly fresh on the music world’s mind, I’ve got to wonder and ask, “What is up with the rise of drug references in urban music, namely heroine and cocaine?” It’s not confirmed, but word on the radio was that Kelly’s overdose was possibly a mixture of heroine and cocaine.

Cassie, girl, you are fly and gorgeous–I just find it hard to believe that “heroine and cocaine” is truly part of your lifestyle. When I heard the line I thought it was hard to digest coming from one of my favorite girl crushes.  After the death of former Criss Cross “Daddy Mac,” and if the cause of his death is due to an overdose mixture of the two drugs, I urge artists to consider the content of their creations.

“Addicted” by Cassie Lyrics

Annotate (Verse)
Only thing I wanna do is come around and lay with you tonight
I don’t wanna waste no time, the mood is right.
I just wanna come over and lay with you tonight
I’mma do this on my mind,

(Hook)
It’s when I lay my body
Next to yours, you got me
Addicted to your love,
Boy, you got me.

Addicted, addicted,
I’m your addiction, addiction
You’re my heroine and cocaine
I know you’re not good for me,
But I don’t wanna go away.

(Verse)
All day, I just been thinking about you all day,
I don’t even wanna think about your delay
Cause you was running through my mind anyway.
And I just wanna lay my body next to your sweet body
Addicted to your love, boy, you got me.

(Hook)
It’s when I lay my body
Next to yours, you got me
Addicted to your love,
Boy, you got me.

Addicted, addicted,
I’m your addiction, addiction
You’re my heroine and cocaine
I know you’re not good for me,
But I don’t wanna go away.

(Verse: French Montana)
What’up Cassie, baby, when I land I’m gonna hop it,
Addicted like that cocaine they’d be folding in that dollar
That Special K, that heroine, got two watches and my ay chains
Got phone crays about two place, that space ship like Bruce Wayne
That sir I’mma talk, see that pimp on my wall,
I be the prince in my city and you know we run New York.
From that corner block to that big house
Under bottles stand on to couch
Now on the bottoms when I read about,
Can’t be with you, can’t be without you.
Damn, this shit cray’, we’re getting wacked,
Holding up money ground up, shit gonna change, I don’t blow up.
But shawty kept that hundred next to me,
But dollar signs is all that I can see.

(Hook)
Addicted, addicted,
Addicted, addicted,
Addicted, addicted,
Addicted, addicted.