Do I Miss My 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

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 mistakes