I don't have much, kid
You can have anything I can spare
I know what a crutch is
I've been standing on mine here for years
And I had some good friends
Got lost in the powder and flames
Now I make a point in conversation and mention their names
I could be an asshole
But you don't know a thing about me
I'm freaking myself out since I had my head stomped in 2016

Afraid of a lot here
Cover it up with sarcasm and sighs
Thinking 'bout death for ten years as I sat and watched my cousin die
I cooked him his last meal
Yeah, that's just what a good friend does

Sometimes I hear in his good ole voice
"Play me some Conway Twitty, cous"
And that's everything that I ever was