Milkshake

Uh, time flies; no wings
Moms cry, and there’s nothing to bring her son back
A knife went through her son way back
And there’s nothing she wouldn’t do to bring her son back
Bring it back; face it
A lot of mugs need a facelift
And a lot of thugs need hugs and they moms' need love
But use drugs to replace it and I hates it
So don’t come around me talking all that fucking fake shit
Keep your eyes closed I bet you going to stay blind
Man, I swear the world is always trying to take mine
It won’t happen again so just know that
I don’t go out because the world where it’s cold at
Sometimes I laugh but that’s to stop crying
Uh, I’m still trying to cope with Milkshake dying
Rest in peace, I shall rest with a piece
Brother’s in jail, or the rest deceased
And on that special day when we meet again
I tell you how I lived out my dreams, my friend
And I’m sorry I didn’t make it to your funeral, but I know me being there
would’ve felt unusual
For real I miss you dog, I hope the feeling’s mutual
I know I cried when Eagle called me with the news that you
Passed away
But I know you in a better place
And if I close my eyes tight enough I still see your face
We used to rap back in 9th grade gym class remember that
All the time; I just had to say that
You on my mind, yea nigga, you on my mind
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