we made cocaine in a hot, sweaty white box of a bedroom on culver city’s border. it was in matt’s first apartment upon moving to los angeles from atlanta, and i was there every day. in the beginning we would mostly just explore new music and run around town people watching, in between meetings and shows. when clancy realized how much time matt and i were spending together he suggested that we try working on a project together. so we did, and one of the first pieces of that puzzle was cocaine.

there was no a/c in the bedroom (which we soon began to call “the bakery” because you would’ve sworn there were ovens on in there or something), and the only window in the room was rusty as fuck and barely opened. but it was the only room with carpet and a bed, and we felt more comfortable working in there, even though it was a sweat box sometimes. that night we had a few of our closest friends over, as we often did. trees were being “roasted” and i began writing the song. it started out as a song about seduction, until a side conversation about cocaine involved itself in the songwriting process. speak!, a former bakery patron, started singing “do you wanna do some cocaine?” we all thought it was funny. it was so blatant and so unexpected. we said fuck it, let’s write a song about cocaine. the only problem was that no one in the room had ever actually tried cocaine, even though we all knew someone who had been affected by it at one point or another. so, i googled the effects of cocaine, and i also thought deeply on my own experiences with psychedelic drugs, as well as friends’ experiences. i began writing as if i was the drug, seducing my next victim.

after dwelling on my research findings and past personal psychedelic experiences for a moment, i realized the amount of irresponsible drug abuse that was taking place amongst my peers. i thought back on the hardcore drugs that i had access to in middle school, and friends of mine who actually took advantage of that access back then. i was amazed at how much of an effect drugs had on my demographic, an effect i had only recently become aware of (call me semi-sheltered maybe).

kids are going to give in to curiosity. it’s only natural. you can’t stop that, as much as you wish or believe you could.  i am someone who has given in to curiosity before, and who has had both euphoric and excruciating experiences with certain substances that shall remain nameless. my experiences have taught me that sometimes, some people need a little extra help smiling, or a new outlook, or a life changing experience. most of all, a lot of people need to be reminded of how beautiful the world can be.

now, i am not giving everyone the OK to go out and try everything for the sake of experimentation. you can believe me when i say substance abuse is stupid, a waste of money, irresponsible, most certainly detrimental to your physical and mental health, and never worth its consequences (i.e. gettin tossed out da whip by a trill nigga, etc.). however, i do believe that experimentation can be enlightening when done under the right supervision and circumstances, and at the right age. but i also know that everything isn’t for EVERYONE.

“and now that you know what this feeling’s like, you know you can have it for the rest of your life” -

if you insist on giving in to temptation, understand that it only takes one taste of certain substances to get hooked and lead to you wasting the rest of your life chasing a high you’ll never reach again. you are human, so never think it could never happen to you. saying no is WAY worth it.

also, there is no such thing as healthy drug use. 

crack is wack, kids.

have a nice day <3 i luhh yall

DONT GET TOSSED OUT DA WHIP BY A TRILL NIGGA