back in those days back in my end we would bro down every weekend i miss those times i miss those skins i had to ask do i miss my friends?
on the forfeit towns where they misbehave where they skip the bills and they radio slave i'm a cutthroat boy you're an empty grave we can still be friends when i get off stage
yo rat pack sammy davis rap pages betty davis slab tray off the meat rack beat factcheckers need to take a fucking break if you know what i mean you know what i mean my current girl is a stewardess but she ain't fly she's well grounded still astounded to see me try to play around with the boundaries beats hotter than a foundry less beef than a pantry don't call me tom like landry call me alec simon with the words that i'm rhymin' with the peculiar timing or friends by proximity i have friends who spend in loud numbers i have friends who depend on cloud cover i have friends who don't know my name my favorite friend, she believes in change when i tell her about the core of a man all she says is, "i'm a woman" so then i say
back in those days back in my end we would bro down every weekend i miss those times i miss those skins i had to ask do i miss my friends?
on the forfeit towns where they misbehave where they skip the bills and they radio slave i'm a cutthroat boy you're an empty grave we can still be friends when i get off stage
my friends have dreams now guess why we're friends common bonds come along like common songs with an offbeat delivery and awkward obscenity odd are it's here we walk by the river stream and wonder about the life and death of chivalry i'm bumping tough i have a really good memory and to the jerk that said words don't hurt talk to me for a change i'll treat ya like pac in a range my ex-girlfriend talks to me real strange cause she knows being closer would make her hate me forever got a hoodie that's clever, draped in bone leather when was it last we hung out together? it was a scene like put me on a rack or rag me with guilt or rack up some kills or crack up some krills so you can look good for your friends
back in those days back in my end we would bro down every weekend i miss those times i miss those skins i had to ask do i miss my friends?
on the forfeit towns where they misbehave where they skip the bills and they radio slave i'm a cutthroat boy you're an empty grave we can still be friends when i get off stage
i'm done shaking hands under pounds and waves because i don't have sex on the very first date you're trying to fuck but i know people like you who spend a whole night saying what they might do and i'm a doer not a sayer, shaker and a mover with the kind of strange dream that hits your brain like a tumor two more awkward encounters with ex-one nighters and i'm done shooting off my mouth at gunfighters i run writers and walk printers crowded email i officially block senders asking "do you remember early december we hung out together i tried to find you on friendster" well i haven't used that since limewire tearaways in junior high alienation so i apologize for this confirmation of the touring musician stereotype i'm the same guy who's drunk and probably a bit bored hahahahahaha to be honest
back in those days back in my end we would bro down every weekend i miss those times i miss those skins i had to ask do i miss my friends?
on the forfeit towns where they misbehave where they skip the bills and they radio slave i'm a cutthroat boy you're an empty grave we can still be friends when i get off stage
afterparties my dad said i was an afterparty baby this goes out to all the accidents out there keep on making mistakesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
