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Mom and dad I took a dose
Of all the drugs that killed you both
Hoping it would help me cope
Or feel the rush to feel your ghost
Tonight we might be reunited
I'll let you know soon how I goes
My inner child never healed
I want you both to hold me close
Gripping the wheel, put the Beamer in sport
No care in the world, I tested every horse
Screaming lyrics at the top of my lungs
Knowing I need to go home cause I'm drunk
Punched the steering wheel, dent the emblem
Cigarette embers burning holes in my denim
I can't see the center, my mind in a blender
Been picking my poison, the liquor like venom
I know, I know, I know, I know
I can't let go of the thoughts of it all
The what ifs and the urge to pick the phone up and call
And I'll think about you every day that you're gone
The good ones die young and the rest don't live long
High speeds killed my mother, brother, my dad
And a speed ball killed a uncle I had
The people who killed him at least brought him home
Sat up on the kitchen wall overdosed
My grandma then found him, and called up the medics
But it was too late, the drugs were set in
The last memory that I have of the guy
I opened the door and it hit him and I
I'll never forgive me for words I let fly
The last words I said was I hope that you die
If I had a dollar for words I'd take back
I'd only have five, and I'm good with that
I would come down in the middle of night
He would listen to Pac I would sit and recite
Man fuck the addiction, didn't blurry my vision
Felt safe in his presence it didn't make no difference to me
I can't let go of the thoughts of it all
The what ifs and the urge to pick the phone up and call
And I'll think about you every day that you're gone
The good ones die young and the rest don't live long
I don't wanna die too young
But I can't wait for the family reunion
I don't wanna die too young
But I can't wait for the family reunion
I can't let go of the thoughts of it all
The what ifs and the urge to pick the phone up and call
And I'll think about you every day that you're gone
The good ones die young and the rest don't live long
I can't let go of the thoughts of it all
The what ifs and the urge to pick the phone up and call
And I'll think about you every day that you're gone
The good ones die young and the rest don't live long