Unknown 757 - I miss lyrics

Chorus: I miss Good days, long gone Must we sing swan songs? Good life no problems Shut it, c'mon, oh Verse 1: I miss the good ol' days Doin' f** all days Sittin', listenin' to Wu-Tang days Facin' a two fanged snake Blue damn beast A moral Rubicon To chew on And a flume of brimstone Just to get home Rust my chest over From atrophy run to help those Who damage me Why do I exist? Is it an accident? I start asking sh** To nobody like its a crowd My life isn't wild half of its in one room or a cla** Waitin' for the day I could be brutish at last Face your mistakes, Ben you choose if you crash Move truant through ash Assume views from the trash Bruise losers who ask: "What if what I'm doing is not worth it?" Question what I'm doin' You are not half As useful what I could of motherf**in' been if I hadn't motherf**in' stuck to spittin' Feel like I'm dealin' with ruptured lungs and cuts and blisters Not to mention my unpopular politics is why a lot are so f**in' indifferent I make a song, hate a song, post, still hate it Never really get roasted for spittin' but oh boy my diction isn't nowhere near cryptic it's like biblical scriptures written in a tincture of the damned and the shakiest hand, a brazen new language only spoken by satanists and the most famous in lands far off Chorus: I miss I miss Good days, long gone Must we sing swan songs? Good life no problems Shut it, c'mon, oh I miss Good days, long gone Must we sing swan songs? Good life, no problems Verse 2: I miss Good times wherein my life was bearable Strife barely a factor, something happens There wasn't this insurmountable amount of a**hurt Nowadays, a slight mistake gets you labelled ba*tard, useless, hack, a truant From friends to family Bend the Ben to endless catastrophe But in the end an end's an end I want it sooner Sweet sorrow, come back to me Outro: Good days, long gone Must we sing swan songs? Good life, no problems