Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Friends That Fuck, artist - GDP. Date of issue: 15.07.2013
Song language: English
Friends That Fuck |
| Nothing but trouble in these streets |
| I’m drunk at 10 AM and I got nowhere to be |
| And there’s a stranger in my bed |
| And I’m sending you a text |
| Of how I’m missing you to death |
| And you’re wishing me the best |
| But I don’t wanna be another existential starving artist |
| I want to lay my head on your chest at your apartment |
| It’s late August and it’s never felt colder |
| And I know that you were drunk and didn’t want to say it’s over |
| So you held me close as I kissed your neck and rubbed your shoulder |
| Left the show without saying a word and I felt older |
| It was a mistake but we had sex anyways |
| And I even left the lights on to gaze into your pretty face |
| I sucked your titty through your bra |
| And then your drawers |
| And we started off |
| But you ain’t really want that so I took that walk |
| Came back and you were ready for more |
| And I saw you lying there you said «Fuck me. |
| Fuck me» |
| She said «Fuck me» |
| And whispered in my ear like «Fuck me. |
| Fuck me.» |
| She said «Fuck me» |
| So I’m like… |
| Yeah, fuck me with everything you got |
| Before I leave you here to rot |
| And this bed is like a plot |
| Your head is like a box so |
| Get on top |
| Get it however you want |
| But if we do it just this once then I might ever let you stop |
| So give me with everything you got |
| Before I leave you here to rot |
| And this bed is like a plot |
| And your head is like a box so |
| Get on top love it hurts too much to watch |
| Cuz you told me you would always be mine but you forgot |
| What’s on your mind baby? |
| I’m on the grind lately |
| You hung me out to dry and find some guy to replace me |
| I hope he’s everything I wasn’t and you love him |
| And you make collages out of cut up magazines and fuck him |
| He pokes you how you like |
| You’ll ask him if it’s tight |
| Avoid eye contact as you moan into the night |
| Your friends will say he’s mister right, I was just a stretch mark |
| You’ll never have to tell them about some guy you knew from West Orange |
| I try to harness but I just get so wound up |
| Reading through old letters that I found love |
| So how come I don’t know how to act when I see you out in public |
| I lose my stomach when I think of sweet nothings |
| You would whisper in my ear when I was cumming |
| You found someone else, said you can’t love me if you don’t love yourself |
| You said I’m nothing but trouble but you’re drunk as hell |
| And I love it when you yell, fuck me |