Brothers Vice

Tell my friends I am coming home
Tell my loose ends I've got no room for them
Brothers Vice like a common name
I have no home, this is the only place

Blackjack hands, I only deal in eighths
Grams of the plant, I smoke at my own pace
Reacquaint me with the games of dice
Say hello to my friends, the Brothers Vice

Half my life I've spent a walking ghost
But they are my friends and I will gladly host
They're well known and they don't like to hide
With Jack and Coke I spend up most of my time

Runny noses and those bloodshot eyes
I can't afford this type of sacrifice
Bid adieu so I can say goodbye
Learn to part ways with my friends, Brothers Vice



Credits
Writer(s): Rebecca Centella
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