I Miss You, Man (For Scottish John) ~ Luke Johnson

This one's for my /mate John
Used to come around on a late one
Playing Halo, you and Lee
And the mates got 
Blazed up 
Placing all the pot inside a rizla
Swigging on the JD shots with no chaser 
No waster
Just a man with a plan
Sat chilling with the gang
Can sitting in your hand
Nobody would say a bad word against ya
Everybody loved ya, nobody went to
Take the piss or raise fists
Cos you stayed so cool 
You had your head all together were never
Made a fool
And broke bread with the dope heads
No threats and no stress
You didn't ever seem so hopeless
You stayed blessed/ /
(You) always had your shit together 
Made a day feel better, in any weather 
My sister fancied you so much
Probly the only mate that I'd want her to love, and that's the truth bruv 

Scottish John 
With a shirt and a collar on
Black trousers, black shoes, no coppers on your back
You were never into that
A proper don 
Swear down we all loved ya, honest bruv
But you left us 
Life got ya swept up
Took you way back to your home and so you went up
And never came back
This things so sad
From the bottom of my heart
I miss you man,

Pissed up doing lines turned into a routine
Soon there’d be more heads round, a new team
New scene looking like druggies in the movies
Drugs piled up to the top with some Bruce Lee
Playing in the DVD, shotting the CD’s
Cheese weed and a couple of E’s
Fresh bar and a wallet of the Queen
Fresh start? No way, we were living the dream,
Sipping a tea, but it all changed
We were acting strange
Mad games
Had us changing our ways to strange ways
Where we’d do things that we weren’t used to
I remember when we went to rob this place, we got boozed up
And went round demanding drugs
We left with none
And I wondered, why you’d come
It was out of your character
To fight and stuff
I think you were trying to be like us
It wasn’t like ya
Wasn’t long before you suddenly went
I guess it got too much for you to be stuck with us then
And honestly I don’t blame ya
I’d have done the same bruv
So long, Scottish John, laters,

Scottish John 
With a shirt and a collar on
Black trousers, black shoes, no coppers on your back
You were never into that
A proper don 
Swear down we all loved ya, honest bruv
But you left us 
Life got ya swept up
Took you way back to your home and so you went up
And never came back
This things so sad
From the bottom of my heart
I miss you man,