Hey, bro, do you remember, I had nothing to eat
You'd make me come to yours, we'd cook really badly
Do you remember the own goal at the football pitch? I was about to fume
Do you remember the tears when I ran away from my mother?
Fuck, I didn't want all this shit
The first cigarette, first joint
The first guards and afterwards the first quick escape
The first bars, written after the first Gengar1 beat
For Matti2, I get anxious if I think about the fact
That you don't call me now and barely even greet me
The nights we spent in the cold
With no one to listen to
Puffing out smoke to pass the time
I want an excuse to tell you
That I'm under your house waiting for you
Making a joke on the fly
Go smoke with other people
Hey, bro, is everything ok?
Write me a message when you pass by here
You seem like a stranger, I don't even know who you are anymore
You swapped friends and swapped cities
But I still hope that everything's going ok for you
But I still hope that something will change
You seem like a stranger, I don't even know who you are anymore
Write me a message when you pass by here
Is everything ok, bro?
How's it going in your studio apartment?
I hope you have some of your mother's money left
And we're the same, bro, we weren't made to work
We're made to burn out quickly like these Camels*
And you'd believe in me, you'd lend me money to eat
Because we used up my father's to smoke
Now that you live above us, we all miss you and we're waiting
For the day you return back down, the day you go back to normal
And the girl you loved is expecting a baby with another guy
Who will only teach them to snort coke off a plate
And it's clear you'd be better as their father
But you made a mistake and so now you just have to learn
That you haven't been happy since you left
And pushed away those who try to be close to you
Open another blister and forgive me if I tell you
You aren't dead yet, it's true, but you aren't alive either
Hey, bro, is everything ok?
Write me a message when you pass by here
You seem like a stranger, I don't even know who you are anymore
You swapped friends and swapped cities
But I still hope that everything's going ok for you
But I still hope that something will change
You seem like a stranger, I don't even know who you are anymore
Write me a message when you pass by here
1. producer of the artist's first songs2. Mattia (stage name Security), at the time the artist's friend and someone he collaborated with*. cigarette brand