I dont feel myself good, I dont feel myself bad This is all the rap store? No its something crap Cause when I remindin that I lost a couple friends It all starting the pain inside over again, fake rats Air Faiz, yo must be relise that you get a help from me My pain inside that you gave me a lot of lie fake rat old build You changed, you never been like this dust I got a famous life, and you think I forget us? No, man, its you aint callin me to walking just Call you first I dont must, said like that all of us But you aint gotta nuts, you have a little guts And its busted and just getting something deep roots And it fucks me up, cause I called you sometimes a best friend After some years I understand that you fake rat And I really miss that times when we can rappin together I think we will be homies again, cause its aint forever
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Remember how we take some drug pills and swallowed em? It was before the going to school in the morning We came to class, I feel like a glass You get out to medicine man I dont see nothing like traveling scene Remember how we everyday driving in bus and Say to each other "i lose myself in the music" We was a fans of Eminem, how we love em back Nowadays you listens to Max Korzch, who you are for today? You live one year in a North Find a new friends and getting them more But if I found a couple new homies you shout What the fuck, you forget about us, fuckin bum! Shut the fuck up, mr Air Faiz, you better do a suicide You will never good and nice, for friendship you aint suprise You stepfather got a cool price You living good life So what the fuck you talking about the hard times, look You dont fuckin know about poor like I do