I Miss My Dead Friends
Got a bunch of baggage
Got a bunch of bags up in the attic hiding all my bad habits
Slick? He got some bad habits
Plus he's asthmatic
All the smoke that I be dragging bitch
I need some casket for my fucking lungs, they fucking damaged
Like the Black Flag, classic Sabbath?
Never heard of that shit
Bitch I work, it ain't for assets
Roll a solo blunt, no matching
It's because of all the gadgets why I keep a social status
Fucking phones and tablets
Bitch I do this shit just for Jefe
Yeah, he told me make it happen then he died in that tragic car crash
And every time I think of that I'm flicking ashes
Yeah it sucks when you realize life is fast
And I'm a fucking cashless organism trying to thrive inside a habitat that's plastic
Now that's the fucker that ya' momma said don't hang with
Meet me in the gallows bitch I promise that it's painless
Stupid motherfuckers thinking that we on the same shit
Cock it back, and then I yell
"Okay here comes the pain bitch"
Up in gangster's paradise
Could give a fuck about your life
Every time I roll the dice, sixes popping up twice
Bitches tryna' sacrifice their pussy, but I am not enticed
Good try hoe
I do this shit for Dirt, so I ain't got the time ho
Don't like nobody, and I think that's all you need to know
Walkin' on water while I'm surrounded by some crows
And when I hit the other side, I'm blowing on some dope, hoe
