The future must be workin hard, It's cashin' out time like checks.
The days are seemin' shorter, and we are growin' older faster.
I miss the days me and my bro would play Grand tourismo all day, winning shit.
And i miss the times when me and my friend max would fuckin sail lego boats across
A little lake just to find out it sank, and be completely cool with it, straight up.
Shit, there is so much more than i could ever print in these lines that i miss.
But somethings are better left unspoken.
If you haven't noticed everything is ment to fade.
But at the end of the last day, don't mourn.
Just make sure you leave on a good note for someone to remember you by,
Cause really no one gives a shit how you come in, Its all about how you exit.
When you exit, scar them with you're presence, for the best.
Seems like lately iv been in Debt with reality...
Time to burn another blunt, it'll keep it off my shoulders while im high up.