And the cost is lost in between these few bucks.
I spent last week's rent trying to forget what means what.
I'm still feeling stuck in between these few lines.
I can't collect on all the offers that are presented at this time.
Bacardi is my best friend, Hennesy my blood, Hypnotic my inspiration, and Goose for all my thugs.
Where's the love from all my homeboys, I thought that we were cool.
When I used to swallow shots for you, you'd tell me what to do.
I would even take a shot for you so you would have one too.
Matter fact just double what you gave I'll take another two.
Whose the fool with all these broken dreams that has to sleep alone.
With my bottle laying next to me I guess we all belong.
I sing this sad old song, for my homies dead and gone.
Just take this Easy Jeezy homie, forget the bulletholes.
Live right and try to focus on the moments we let go.