I Miss My Dead Friends

(Got a, got a bunch of baggage) Got a bunch of baggage Got a bunch of bags up in the Attic hidin' all my bad habit's $lick? He got some bad habit's 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 flickin' ashes Yeah, it sucks when you realize life is fast And I'm a fucking cashless organism tryna Thrive inside a habitat that's plastic It's that motherfucker 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 p***y But I am not enticed good try, hoe I do this shit for Dirt, so I ain't got the time, hoe 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 --- I Miss My Dead Friends - $uicideBoy$