Budd Dwyer - I Miss My Dead Friends lyrics

[Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry] Got a bunch of baggage Got a bunch of bags up in the attic hiding all my bad habits Slick? He got some bad habits Plus he's asthmatic All the smoke that I be dragging b**h I need some casting for my f**ing lungs they f**ing damaged like the Black Flag cla**ic Sabbath? Never heard of that sh** b**h I work It ain't for a**ets Roll a solo blunt No matching It's because of all the gadgets why I keep a social status f**ing phones and tablets b**h I do this sh** 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 flicking ashes Yeah it s**s when you realize life is fast And I'm a f**ing cashless organism trying to thrive inside a habitat that's plastic [Verse 2: $lick $loth] It's the mother f**er that ya momma said don't hang with Meet me in the gallows b**h I promise that it's painless Stupid mother f**a's thinking that we on the same sh** co*k it back and then I yell Okay here comes the pain b**h Up in gangster's paradise Could give a f** about your life Everytime I roll the dice Sixes popping up twice b**hes trynna sacrifice their p**y But I am not enticed Good try ho I do this sh** for Dirt So i ain't got the time ho Don't like nobody, and think thats all you need to know Walking on water while i'm surrounded by some crows And when I hit the other side im blowing on some dope