I know everytime we drink a bottle
My homies is there because I think about em.
Errytime, errytime. Errytime, errytime.

Pour some, pour one, just not all for the homies.
Just a sipl3tte for the homies.
Aye!
Leave me some, ya leavin' sons ofa bisstids.
Ugh.
I'm so sick of this loss instead of sick from this liquor.
And now I don't feel your whole lights shining, But now just a flicker.
It's still a flame.
Of failed follow, and shame.
One hundred of all truth remains..
I know, I'm insane.
But it's pain.
It's pain to blame for my gain..
Of holding onto the life styles of the lame..
For shame.
I take sorrow in my pain.
I take a sip and remember yours names.
Their not the same.
Still a flame.
A flicker..
With sadness, and pain.
Shed down to the bareness.
You still remain..
To help keep..
My heavy head sane.
I'll look forward to all the times we'll be drinking memories like rain.
<3