He was a good friend of mine
He died
Why I write about it now?
Gotta honor him somehow
Saw some people crying that night
Yeah, Fentanyl took a few lives from our life
Alright
I woke in the middle of the night
He spoke with his eyes half closed
Can you get me something else to eat?
Got a hole in my chest
I can't take it anymore
Put my pillow to the desk
Let me rest
In the house they were calling out his name all night
Taking turns on the bed throwing bottles
From the windows of the home on Hope Street
You can write a check in my name now
Eddie take the money and run
