Riding bikes down the street in the rain
What do you make of his face?
Looks like an old friend of mine
Has come to see me again
Never close, we had mutual interests
A beneficial relationship
There's jail time in the future for him
But he don't know about it
Nick is sick, he needs it quick
We let him fix up in the car
Catching up with my old friends
That's what the holidays are for
His kid's in jail and he won't post bail
So he can sell his script
When we ask, he says he went home
To see his mom for the week
But we keep going back
Buying drugs from Taylor's dad
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