Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Friends , by - AlphaCubRelease date: 21.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Friends |
| Sorry this ain’t back pack, Sorry this ain’t frat rap |
| This might seem abstract |
| All I got are sick lines it’s Anthrax on Amtrak |
| We about to win I said |
| «Where the fuck those hands at?» |
| Your girl and her friends? |
| I don’t know what do wit em |
| No one taken our lane |
| See we Drivin drunk taken up two of em |
| I didn’t move out to Brooklyn to be a hipster |
| Moved to Brooklyn to see the big picture |
| Only when you leave, thats when they wanna miss ya |
| But when your there for 'em, all they wanna do is diss ya |
| And never call you again, if you don’t deliver |
| So let’s sip the elixir |
| Call the waitress and tip her |
| Don’t hit me on Twitter |
| When you see me getting bigger |
| I don’t no more friends |
| All I want are those figures |
| See the thing is, all they doing is imitating |
| But down the road they fuckin themselves |
| It’s masturbation |
| They ain’t real, they ain’t real — see It’s only entertainment |
| They ain’t in the streets |
| If they’re backs laying on the pavement |
| Talk shit, it ain’t me — But I do it on occasion |
| And I’m cockin back and aiming at all y’all who’s lamin |
| Claimin fame goin down the drain |
| Man, You ain’t shit |
| You a dame, only a stain see me I’m the shit |
| I can see through your bullshit |
| Running in the air, and I don’t really care cause |
| All I need |
| Is real people, and real music and real people |
| And no I don’t want new friends |
| Cause I don’t wanna feel like I have to pretend |
| Cause all I need |
| Is real people, and real music and real people |
| They say «Cuey, Mr. OnCue |
| You smooth as silk» |
| Meanwhile I’m sippin black coffee can’t afford milk |
| They be sweatin me tellin me I’m a pimp |
| But the only thing In my pockets is wrappers and lint |
| She couldn’t do it, neither could she |
| Neither could this jager, neither could this weed |
| Every weekend I rage |
| Wake up Sunday |
| Facing minimum wage |
| Shit I need to get paid |
| Last night I got laid |
| But what did it do for me? |
| Except, I don’t gotta click on YouPorn this morning |
| I’m torn between tourin and dormin and soarin to the top |
| My father always said «shit» or «get off the pot!» |
| This whole time I wasn’t bitin' |
| I was writin for the enlightened |
| So when you smell my shit, is when I start wipin |
| I’ve been steadily, heavenly on my grind |
| So when time I either shine or go lose my mind |
| Can you tell these other rappers |
| I’ma fuck the game backwards |
| Go ahead pigeon hole me |
| Homie you don’t even know me |
| You ain’t competition you a cronie |
| Of a bum, mama look what I’ve become |
| They googlin me like crack heads, look at your youngest son |
| So stop with the comparisons |
| Don’t know what they talkin bout yeah |
| They Sarah Palin and I realize these rappers suck they own dick |
| Manson, Marilyn |
| Your girls doing my work at the Sheridan |
| I ain’t being arrogant, I got soul in me, it’s been apparent since |
| They wanted to buy me out like Merrill Lynch |
| I ain’t forfeiting some flowers and a coffin in a Hearse |
| Would be more fitting than this white collar ball licking |
| Wake up and look at the life we’re all living |
| You can’t trust no one any far as you could throw em |
| Watch me crash down as I move up on this totem |
| Nah I don’t know 'em I told’em |
| Yeah I swore I fucking told’em like |