Sorry

Smokin' on this weed, tryna think about it

Yesterday went by so quick, I could barely recall it

I ain't seen friends in years and I would never call it

Some of em are doin' good and some are type of addicts

Some of em havin' depressions so they post about it

Some of em have disappeared and I completely get it

Some passed away and we're still here to talk about

The memories, the building blocks to history

The things are as they used to be

People fight amongst themselves, it's no conspiracy

How misery loves company

Night times, leavin' em dead, it's like ol' chivalry