Blurry eyed smelling like liquor sitting driver's seat of
My brother's Regal
Driving with windows down trying wake up and act legal
Hit the party in the woods to roll up and get our mind right
Slamming shots and beers usually the beginning of the
night
Blunts rolled thick with cases of Old English Forties
Swirving all over the road hit the backroads to avoid the
authorities
Driving home pulling in the driveway still half lit
When the sun was rising is usually when we would quit
Laughing at a stupid memory of my older brother falling all over
The place
More then a king you was my Ace
Taken to early for his time
You just started peak your prime
Constantly stuck in the pastime
Wishing I could go back to school time
Because taking my best friend felt like the worst
crime
©droneking
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