He was a good friend of mine He died Why write about it now? Gotta honor him somehow Saw some people crying that night Yeah, Fentanyl took a few lives from our life Alright
I woke in the middle of the night He spoke with his eyes half closed Can you give me something else To eat Got a hole in my chest I can't take it anymore Put my pillow to the desk Let me rest
In the house they were calling out his name all night Taking turns on the bed throwing bottles From the windows of the home On Hope Street You can write a check in my name Now can you take the money And runTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
