Verse 1
boooyaaaaaa
babeeee... Ehhhhhhh!
Welcome to rehab..
It was all started by a man
named crazzzzzz...Ehhhhhh...VTR.
And here we are! Sit back, relax in our
free, fucking seminar.
Known to some as Kasha!
he cashed out, Carrington
left us his badass house.
Online, irc. Now it's mine you see.
I'm grateful, thankful.
You were so calm, cool and always tranquil
by human nature.
we could never change ya.
We always followed your lead.
Thc was our thereapy. The harsh
reality this world turns young men into a memories.
You loved your mac and cheese.
Pcs and rcs, you induldged in anything
that involved that fucking chemistry.
One thing you hated was fucking traitors
impersonators, backstabbing bitches and imitators.
You were a great mediator you kept
the whispers, drama and fictional stories at the door.
Your only flaw was being to generous.
reast in peace Kasha, we love yaaaa.
this is why i wrote this.
And for his caring mother Chris
in our hearts you still exsist.
Chorus:
La, lah, lah
lalalalala
La, lah, lah
lalalalala
Now your gone it won't be the same
but we continue on and adapt to change.
Grab your bong and blaze it up.
We'll see eachother again
once I meet my maker.
Then blaze it up! Blaze it up!
boooyaaa babeee-Eh.
We looked out for eachother like family, like brothers
like a friendly fucking neighbour
I'll see you once again my friend
when I meet my maker.
Boooyaaa baby.
verse 2
You were one of a kind.
Divine mind, clever, reserved, confined.
Sad it was your due time.
This goes out
to the dearly departed.
Most people you outsmarted.
You had a hard head.
Look what you created, look what you started.
A safe place for junkies
and drug addicts finest.
You tried to live everyday life
like it was a fucking party.
Minus the whiners.
Plenty of pills were popped, nonstop.
We lost the fucking plot.
No suprise the crazy guy
lived to get high, often every night.
You would find him getting buzzed
He had a wild child, juvenile, style.
Rarely hostile. If you had a bad day
somehow he always found a way to make
you smile.
He was liked by many
I heard throughthe grapevine.
A precious life intertwined with drugs
that's the Kasha we came to know and love.
A man with certain principles
he was nuts like the rest of us
but the most sensible.
I used to ruffle feathers but now
I know better. If there were problems
or dilemmas we got through the shit togther.
I'm sorry no one could help you lift the pressure.
Kasha we love ya, it was a pleasure to have met ya
Verse 3
Lah, lahhhhhh.
Crazyvtrrr! this is devoted to you, bruthaaaaa.
Now im blowing out clouds of smoke.
All these motherfuckers too quick to let you go.
And it shows! they aint got you in their heart.
I been there from the fucking start.
When ever there was a problem or I needed advice
I would always hit you uppppp!
Yeah you were unorthodox.
You nuts, but who gives a fuck, so what?
You were always there to take a punch
Bullet from a gun. You were always there...
When you needed someone to count on, Yeah!
You knew what loyality and respect ment.
Unlike these other bitches. That pretend to
and they just sit there.. in fucking silence.
But I knew you would always back me up
reagardless of the amount of fucking violence.
This life it's, like a fucking circus
so sometimes it drives you berserk.
So that's that why I get drunk
and always stir shit.
To re-word it you cope with life any way you can
.thats what makes you a man
nothing ever goes according to plan.
All you can do is deal the cards, that the devil put in your hand.
You never needed to flaunt your power.
That's a sign of respect.
Only cowards look for a way out.
Time is ticking, heres the kicker
we never cared about the bigger picture.
Live for today, fuck tomorrow
we'll worry about that later.
Seems like yesterday
we used to wait for you wake up
and yawn. If only we had known you were
off to meet your maker.
And not have to read about it
in next mornings paper.
It's sad we had to let you go..!
Because of your love for the chemicals!
You were the opposite
of stupid, you started the blueprint.
If you ain't doing something productive
then you might as well be useless.
All you burnouts throw your lighters up.
If you can find them.
you know im forgetful
can be no amnesia you created something special
You were like the conscience I never had
you were an expert at difusing situations
when people got mad, you were brave, bashful.
Why is it always not the assholes?
lived like you're unstoppable
always did what's honorable
lets kick it up a notch
Now both used to count till the smoke ran out.
Both knew we had to slow down
but once we started we never knew how.
pot smokers and jokers sad days are over
we've got to remain focused kasha wouldnt want us to stay sober
You would speak up
when you had enough.
now you loved to wake and bake more then most people loved there eggs and bacon
what do you see when you look out that fucking window
do you see beauty or greatness or do you see darkness and evil
beware of people, they plottin but they see through
Now no one could see
the possibilities
alienated because we chose not to be a fucking sheep
It was no secret but none of us are perfect we all got our problems
But we all deserve it to be happy even if it's temporarily
forgotten.
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my mind was always truant.
One finger was always on the shottie
inhaling smoke to the body.
im gonna be direct and get straight to the point
I wont be coy we were to busy getting paranoid
missing out on joy you make these choices like flipping a coin
We're failed by a system that apparently works
you lived seen not heard
Now you were the opposite of
an a-hole, devil with a halo"
by "villian" from Australia
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