Things where a lil different that was back then, back when, cash spent, gassed about some bad friends
Spending money you ain’t gotten, but it has been, half spent, now you’re stressing bout it with your bad friends

And it was only yesterday I woke up in my bed, well today and tomorrow oh my god it never ends,
And I think, I'm at my end
Poor a drink, and let’s repent
Oh my god it never ends, it never ends

What am I rapping bout, I’m at a dead end
Talking bout myself again, when I got a dead friend
Oh my, brother
That’s a fucking bummer
Man I wish I coulda helped, I hope that I’ll see you again

And when the sun goes the trees fall down, but this an empty forest so forget the crashing sound
When the leaves fall and they go brown, and they spiral all around, all around, all around

The smell of death was fragrant
An eternal meditation
A subtle dedication
Darker, damper, than a basement
The water builds up before it drips, hesitation
Called for death, death had been waiting
At my door step, he didn’t ring and he was patient
I let him in, he said I’m home now, no longer vagrant
Facing, a mirror, watching as the mirrors breaking

Things where a lil different that was back then, back when, cash spent, gassed about some bad friends
Spending money you ain’t gotten, but it has been, half spent, now you’re stressing bout it with your bad friends

And it was only yesterday I woke up in my bed, well today and tomorrow oh my god it never ends,
And I think, I'm at my end
Poor a drink, and let’s repent
Oh my god it never ends, it never ends

What am I rapping bout, I’m at a dead end
Talking bout myself again, when I got a dead friend
Oh my, brother
That’s a fucking bummer
Man I wish I coulda helped, I hope that I’ll see you again

And when the sun goes the trees fall down, but this an empty forest so forget the crashing sound
When the leaves fall and they go brown, and they spiral all around, all around, all around

The smell of death was fragrant
An eternal meditation
A subtle dedication
Darker, damper, than a basement
The water builds up before it drips, hesitation
Called for death, death had been waiting
At my door step, he didn’t ring and he was patient
I let him in, he said I’m home now, no longer vagrant
Facing, a mirror, watching as the mirrors breaking