Billskins

We'd still be friends, no matter the distance
I would drive to hell and back for you
Send me on your rescue, any excuse to smoke a rollie with you

Crashing through the course, with reckless abandon
Losing any sense of worth. Get dead get dead get dead!
Three inches of blood, in my head!

We'd still be friends, no matter the distance
I would drive to hell and back for you
Send me on your rescue, any excuse to smoke a rollie with you

Am I awake or am I dreaming, is this real life or just a scheme
That's manifested while I'm sleeping
Causing my actions to take place in reality



Credits
Writer(s): Bobby Richardson
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