Pour one for the homie
I think tonight I'm gonna black out
And shed a tear for you
It's the only way I can
Told my dad I'm sorry
I stopped calling up Jesus
'Cause He never answers anyway
At least not for me
Left a dozen roses
The kind you never liked
Told my sister we should see you
On Christmas and she cried
I hope you never hear this
'Cause you're happy somewhere else
In your perfect heaven
While I'm looking up from hell
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