Bag of Bones

I’m calling everyone I love
And telling them I need them here

I don’t really have all that much
Except my mind and my calendar cleared

Friends I haven’t seen in months
And some I haven’t seen in years
I know I’ll say this more than once
But It’s time for a god damn cheers

We’ll never get too old
We’ll never get too old for this
Even when I’m a bag of bones
I’ll still be getting stoned and kicking back on the low

Why didn’t anybody tell me
That we about to act out
We bout to burn it to the third degree
And you better not pass out

A couple blocks in from the beach
But i think were going back now
To watch waves that be rolling
With faces i’ve grown with
And jays that were holding