Well, if cokecaine was a person we would be friends... To fly on his wings to the high never ends. I feel kind-a good but a line makes you feel grate after. the night will fly by full of cokecaine laughter. but the morning come, and the fun is put to a stop, you feel you nose is all cemented up. Your eyes are a mess skin pail, like the moon. The last nights events are gone, but your bruses and beats stay and remind. of your best friend that you would never leave behind... Cokecaine...