I can't feel a fuckin' thing Keep my eyes up to the rain Death is callin' out my name It's not too late to call again The sky starts fallin' on my face But I'll always pull up to the same old place Marijuana rolled up, hit a gram to the face Said it's never been so good to fucking feel so dead, ay It could never be the same Put the double barrel to my brain Next to my 40-ounce and pack of cigs I'll paint a picture with the parts that remain What would you do If we could go back and maybe change some things? If only you knew That I'd do it all again just to get to where I'm at Sometimes, your eyes turn blue And sunshines look fine without you Or anybody that I knew Yeah, weeks go by where I don't think about you