[Verse]
Ayo
I hope that heaven has been treating you nice, bro
I really need some advice, I'm always needing advice
I struggle sleeping at nights and I’ve been thinking
Maybe I can stop my drinking if I speak to some psych's
But I've been thinking I should leave and just die, tired of reaching for heights
That I’ll never reach, what's the reason for life? Fuck!
Even when my dreams have sufficed
Its like I always seem to freeze at the lights, it's like my feet have been sliced
I'm fucking scared, I admit it, I'm a train wreck
I never stay on schedule, committed to the rain-check
It's pretty strange how inconsiderate some mates get
By the way, I'm sorry I ain't visited your grave yet
Maybe I’m lazy or maybe I’m too nervous
The way we would make music, it gave me a new purpose
You followed God, you praised Him and you worshipped
That's why I find it crazy he’d take such a true person
That why I'm asking ya, I know you relate
Is my only escape really just a rope and a crate, hey?
Or is that rope in the shape of an O, bro
That you placed on your own throat, a mistake in a moment of hate
Should I go to a mate's? It really ticks me off
They quick to say I'm doing shit but never quick to give me props
Makes me think, do they even want this shit to stop?
Maybe I’m just paranoid, maybe I should sip some grog!
It makes me think about your state of mind
Did you feel alone and scared? Bro, I wish you gave a sign
You should've called me, man, should've named a place and time
I would've been there straight away, I'd never leave a mate behind
Ha, but now I'm about to leave my mates behind
Maybe at the place they find me they will even make a shrine
Covered in roses, my brothers can go and say goodbye
Blame the booze, tip some liquor out then celebrate my life
Most probably with a case of wine
That's irony for you, I guess fate is blind
I always gotta swallow my pride with a taste of lime
Or a chaser, while I chase this dream till the stage is mine
The day I die, just award me the glory
'Cause I'm grateful for the fans who love, support and adore me but
The thought of losing my fucking audience haunts me
'Cause I'm pretty fucking sure there'll be nothing for me at forty
So what do I do? Do I wait to fail
Or do the place the nail inside of my coffin now and taste the grail?
'Cause at the rate I'm going, mate, I'm going to straight to jail
As I waste away and my brain decays in a case of ale
I guess what I'm asking is, would you take it back?
Would you tie the rope or would you hope that it maybe snaps?
Would you stay for your family? Would you stay for rap?
What if I could've been a better mate—would you stay for that?!
Maybe we could've laid a track
Or maybe no matter what, you wouldn't have changed the fact
Maybe that's just the only way when your brain I'd trapped
In a vapour of darkness, breaking apart as it fades to black
To break the latch isn't easy to do
Neither's leaving my room, I don't see a reason to move
All I know is it's therapeutic when I'm speakin' to you
I really wish that you could speak to me too; I miss ya, man