Chorus:
I miss
Good days, long gone
Must we sing swan songs?
Good life no problems
Shut it, c'mon, oh
Verse 1:
I miss the good ol' days
Doin' f** all days
Sittin', listenin' to Wu-Tang days
Facin' a two fanged snake
Blue damn beast
A moral Rubicon
To chew on
And a flume of brimstone
Just to get home
Rust my chest over
From atrophy run to help those
Who damage me
Why do I exist? Is it an accident?
I start asking sh**
To nobody like its a crowd
My life isn't wild half of its in one room or a cla**
Waitin' for the day I could be brutish at last
Face your mistakes, Ben you choose if you crash
Move truant through ash
Assume views from the trash
Bruise losers who ask:
"What if what I'm doing is not worth it?"
Question what I'm doin'
You are not half
As useful what I could of motherf**in' been if I hadn't motherf**in' stuck to spittin'
Feel like I'm dealin' with ruptured lungs and cuts and blisters
Not to mention my unpopular politics is why a lot are so f**in' indifferent
I make a song, hate a song, post, still hate it
Never really get roasted for spittin' but oh boy my diction isn't nowhere near cryptic it's like biblical scriptures written in a tincture of the damned and the shakiest hand, a brazen new language only spoken by satanists and the most famous in lands far off
Chorus:
I miss
I miss
Good days, long gone
Must we sing swan songs?
Good life no problems
Shut it, c'mon, oh
I miss
Good days, long gone
Must we sing swan songs?
Good life, no problems
Verse 2:
I miss
Good times wherein my life was bearable
Strife barely a factor, something happens
There wasn't this insurmountable amount of a**hurt
Nowadays, a slight mistake gets you labelled
ba*tard, useless, hack, a truant
From friends to family
Bend the Ben to endless catastrophe
But in the end an end's an end
I want it sooner
Sweet sorrow, come back to me
Outro:
Good days, long gone
Must we sing swan songs?
Good life, no problems