Tough Luck

I can still smell the smoke In the halls of your home Hidden in your dads cologne I haven't talked to you in years But I guess the truth is tough You grow up and you lose touch Well it's been a while Been a while Since I saw your face Or I said your name, yeah I've been feeling low, put it all on paper All black on, call me Zack Taylor I'm lacking cash, writing raps Trying to make it work Faking smiles, been while since I haven't hurt What do I do when I can't even feel Anything now when I try? No deal Rolling round in that subaru Like I'm Ken Block when I'm coming through Nah, how the fuck could I flex now Got 8 bucks in my bank account And it's been a while since you've been around And it's been a minute see we used to kick it I'm gone Things change I'm a fool for thinking they would be the same Knowing that I'm growing and I'm losing friends But it's okay Man, it's alright I'm 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 haven't talked to you in years But I guess the truth is tough You grow up and you lose touch