And I don't have much kid You can have anything I can spare I know what a crutch is I've been standing on mine here for years And I had some good friends Who got lost in the powder and flames Now I make a point In conversation to mention their names You call me an asshole But you don't know a thing about me Been freaking myself out Since I had my head stomped in 2016 I'm afraid of a lot here Cover it up with sarcasm and sighs Been thinking 'bout death for ten years Since I sat and watched my cousin die I cooked him his last meal Yeah that's just what a good friend does Sometimes I hear in his good ole voice "Play me some Conway Twitty, cous" And that's everything that I ever was