I can still smell the smoke
In the halls of your home
Hidden in your dads cologne
I havent talked to you in years
But I guess the truth is tough
You grow up and you lose touch
Well its been a while
Been a while
Since I saw your face
Or I said your name, yeah
Ive been feeling low, put it all on paper
All black on, call me Zack Taylor
Im lacking cash, writing raps
Trying to make it work
Faking smiles, been while since I havent hurt
What do I do when I cant even feel
Anything now when I try? No deal
Rolling round in that subaru
Like Im Ken Block when Im coming through
Nah, how the fuck could I flex now
Got 8 bucks in my bank account
And its been a while since youve been around
And its been a minute see we used to kick it
Im gone
Things change
Im a fool for thinking they would be the same
Knowing that Im growing and Im losing friends
But its okay
Man, its alright
Im just happy that I made through another fucking night
I can still smell the smoke
In the halls of your home
Hidden in your dads cologne
I havent talked to you in years
But I guess the truth is tough
You grow up and you lose touch