Corona

If you were alive today
I'd ask you how you've been
I'd roll you up a jay
And tell you what has happened since
I'd ask if you remember
When you were nine and I was seven
And if your life is better
Now that you're floating up in heaven

If you were alive today
I'd pass you a corona
I'd ask you if you want a cig
And if you watched me grow up
I wonder if you see me
When I look up in the air
And hear me when I talk to you
As if you're sitting there

I can't say that I don't want to speak to both of you again
I want to hear your voices outside of my head
I've been crumbling and stumbling, wishing I was dead
But I'll live on and on for you to watch me grow instead

I'll get fucked up in your honor
I'll get fucked up in your honor
I'll get fucked up in your honor
I'll get fucked up in your honor

If you were alive today
We'd go out on a hike
We could take a walk
Or even go out on a bike
We could find a spot
To smoke away another night
And I'd be sure to say I love you
Before you leave my sight

I'll get fucked up in your honor
I'll get fucked up in your honor
I'll get fucked up in your honor
I'll get fucked up

I'll get fucked up in your honor
I'll get fucked up in your honor
I'll get fucked up in your honor
I'll get fucked up in your honor



Credits
Writer(s): Fidel Vasquez
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