Ricky

Let us have a toast, for those who do the most
For those who chat breeze, for those with no souls
For the kids with no coat, and the girls with no gloves
To the junkies gone clean, and the kids with no love
To the dads getting drunk, and the moms getting high
To the ones on the radar, and the ones that coast by
To the ones far away, and the ones that's close by
To the ones that have gone, and the ones that won't die

Gotta thank God, why
Well why do you sin
Another on on drugs, another good one dead
Cuzzos bro just died, thank God it wasn't cuzzo
I can't think about that, shit'll make me bug out
Tell bros drive safe, move right on roads
I was out late, ate McDonalds
EM can't die, we some fossils
Took her innocence, took her tonsils
He's so morbid, he's a sick one
He can't sit still, what's his symptoms
Out the city, sure do miss it
Ain't too far though, in my system

Ain't too far though, in my system



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Writer(s): Swami Calamari
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