Some people talk in terms of shelf-life
I spend my time inside
Looking through the windows of my soul
I see things there
I see things there
Things that tell me that I'm all alone
All I write is not ll I am
It's not the feverish scribblings of a madman... a madman
Cocaine.. I feel alright
Cocaine.. keep me up all night
Cocaine.. it's all I need
Up my nostrils till I bleed
Cocaine.. I'm telling you s**er
White line fever I'm a mean motherf**er
Listen here bro' this is a Superman talking
In your ear until the morning
A Superman talking
This is a Superman talking
Ahah ahah
Some people think it's about street life
A flat surface, a knife
Can see me through the dark nights of my soul
I see things there
I see things there
I know I'm not so alone
All my words is not all I am
It's not the feverish scribblings of a madman... a madman
Cocaine.. I feel alright
Cocaine.. keep me up all night
Cocaine.. it's all I need
Up my nostrils till they bleed
Cocaine.. I'm telling you s**er
White line fever I'm a mean motherf**er
Listen here bro' this is a Superman talking
In your ear until the morning