Tough Luck

[Hook]
I can still smell the smoke
In the halls of your home
Hidden in your dad's cologne
I haven’t talked to you in years
But I guess the truth is tough
You grow up and you lose touch

[Bridge]
Well it's been a while
It's been a while
Since I saw your face
Or I said your name
Yeah

[Verse]
I’ve been feeling low, put it all on paper
All black on, call me Zack Taylor
I’m lacking cash, writing raps
Trying to make it work
Faking smiles, been a while since I haven’t hurt
What do I do when I can’t even feel
Anything that I wanna try: no deal
Rolling round in that Subaru
Like I’m Ken Block when I’m coming thru
Nah, how the fuck could I flex now
Got 8 bucks in my bank account
It’s been a while since you been around
And it’s been a minute since we used to kick it
I’m gone
Things change
I’m a fool for thinking they would be the same
Knowing that I’m growing and I’m losing friends
But it's okay
Man it's alright
I’m just happy that I made it through another fucking night

[Hook]
I can still smell the smoke
In the halls of your home
Hidden in your dad's cologne
I haven’t talked to you in years
But I guess the truth is tough
You grow up and you lose touch