[Intro: Bill Withers]
I want to spread the news, that if it feels this good getting used
You just keep on using me, 'till you use me up

[Verse 1: Tijon]
I take their breath away, even take their stress away
With me you could spend the whole day, ('Till you use me up)
I got a special kind of glow to me, strictly what they blow to me
I promise I started white as the snow, homie
The haters might call me, wash up or cook down
I'm cooked up and broke down, they got me for the low now
Or so they say, I got the low down how it goes down
I've been buffed and boofed and rode in coupes from NY to the O-Town
All white, with a little shade of yellow
So you say I'm oriental stay around some Philipinos
My father a masonary, he works with the Arm & Hammer
My mother been crushing Willy Wonka, stays in coco powder
Streets devour power just to keep my ass up on their counter
They can't live with see me up the hands of a counter part to them
Or mother, sister, brother, cousin, uncle, you been my lover?
They sayin he'll break ya down, he'll let you down
All jealousy they fell for me they miss my kiss
Look at their mouths, coated with my sugar bliss
So freeze and picture this, me and you it's effortless
Just flick the flame and light my stem, we'll be heaven sent
[Hook: Bill Withers]
I want to spread the news, that if it feels this good getting used
You just keep on using me, 'till you use me up

[Verse 2:Tijon]
You know I love you, any storm we can weather
I'll be your bestfriend forever baby (Till you use me up)
Then I gotta go you need me? You know where I stay
Uptown, Lennox Ave, any time of day
Look I love you, but you got to have the right pay
Cause my handler, well he's known to get carried away
All my dates, he calls them junkies, serves them two a day
He's got to be protective, he knew me since I was sugar babe
Plus I copped him cash and cars, we mingled with some superstars
From Whitney, Doc, and Darryl, to some heads of city council
In their heads now I can counsel, navigate or mediate them
That's a come up from the Pyrex vision, kitchen tables
I'm up the street and down the block, around the corner you can cop
You work with me? We call it clock
But watch out for the cops, they roll up pop and lock us up for this
All I am is coco crisp cooked... You know what?
I think they want a kiss
See I've seen them looking, passionately grabbing at me
Served his daddy '88, now he wants to hit the base
Bad with the face, lost it in the game
Oh you're asking my name? Pardon me, I'm Crack Cocaine
[Hook: Bill Withers]