Lyrics:
Could I be your best friend? I promise, boy, you'll be mine (ooh, baby, be mine)
I said he's just a friend
Baby, it's not pretend
Either he is or he
think I'm playing? bring your friend I show you some
I'm bout that action beat that ass just like a drum
Don't want no static come correct
Don't want no
you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (uh-huh)
Now, girl, let's not pretend (come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (haha)
Please say he's
I'm higher than nobody I just don't hire anybody
Cause I find it kind of nerve-racking approaching anybody
I'd rather not encroach on anybody so my
Hotel
Where Nancy and Sid Vicious
And my friend Dave once dwelled
The street was black under my feet
Which continued their walkin'
Though I was vaguely
with the strahan gap
Frankie Sinatra the rat pack
They say you a bruiser im not steppin to u
And if you get mad ill just blame ka5h
Hail Mary 'give my
just be really nice if you guys could just like
No, I'm not driving you home
Find out how to get home on your own
I don't know how to get through to your
is a lie I'm surprised but the truth hurts
Lose her?
Not a bother but I been fucking up my karma
I was scholar but I'm dodging all your honors
impeded in your head! You're dead on contact
The headline in the post the next day reads, "Man killed by best friend"
People cut the article out and they
New York City, Brooklyn, uh!
I'm laying with a blonde, like Frankie Sinatra
She did it my way, head over my boxers
Drawers by Versace, know they match
despise lies with deadly precision
I finally made my way up out that section 8 division
Not by busting and killing though I've had my share of stealin'
But
read)
seven deep in the jeep with the camel top,
everybody and they drunk as hell,
?? and awesome dre and anybody by the right would see us
(cause we
(Gonna be)
To be remembered by the readers (Gonna be)
My generation's Mona Lisa (Gonna be)
Whoa, whoa oh, yeah (No, no, you're gonna be)
I'm not afraid
his issues were soft tissues, easily replaced by layers and covers /
not forgotten flows were rotten, until you take command of your life /
you arrive
Time is on your side now, do not hurry
You are one who will survive
God is kind to those who seek salvation
Those who know no sense of hate
your back with wings
Now go fly die motherfucker
Just die just go die
Waving at your mother like die you bitch die
Yeah I used to get bullied
By fuck
whip in your hand
Come set you down by me, just at my command
My horses is geared up, my whip in my hand
So farewell, pretty Nancy, I’ve no time to stand
but this is not Bad Brains
When I say just do your worst I really mean that shit
I've been off
On DND!
Please do not need my shit!
I've done met
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
bitches not allowed
Just be a good person
Or you can stay jealous and
Watch your life worsen
Uh, let me bring it up like
This when I write this
They know my
pick up your phone so I pick up the bass
Just to convince you that I'm doing great
Cuff season blues, nobody ask for my hoodie but I'd probably say no
of em'
I just want some new friends
I just like to talk
Like to talk about my day with a shawty from LA
Shawty said she need some space so I gave her Milky
don't know
I, I, I don't know
Why they all swear by you
He likes making mockeries
Breaks your trust just for fun
God complex, he just talks about sonder
on your own
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, you can tell by the tone
Gotta lotta women waitin' by they phone all alone
But I'm here for ya
When I get
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