Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dragonflies, artist - Phora.
Date of issue: 17.11.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dragonflies |
What you gonna do when you ain’t got anymore friends |
No more weed, money’s all spent |
After everything, all you got is you |
So take care of yourself and do what you gotta do |
Got two things in this world, that’s my bars and my word |
Never will they break, fors y’all look concerned |
I care less about what you saw, what you heard |
Fake friends, didn’t need 'em, kicked em all to the curb |
So I focus on me, myself, and my two feet |
Tryin' to make better decisions and turn a new leaf |
I’m still a kid, still lookin' for my purpose |
Suffocated by the world, fightin for the surface |
Ghaspin' for that breath of fresh air called survival |
Hopin' that I make it, both hands on the Bible |
Searchin' for an explanation deeper than life |
Too many thoughts up in my mind so I ain’t sleepin at night |
Thinkin' 'bout, if I was gone, would they give a fuck |
Sometimes I don’t feel like livin' but I ain’t givin' up |
I tell myself, keep breathin' and get through the day |
So if you feelin down, I encourage you to do the same |
Cause this cold world’s only gettin colder |
Time never stops, so we only gettin older |
Each day I live, I try to make the best of it |
Guess it’s up to me but it’s hard not to be a pessimist |
And all this negativity is clouding my focus |
I just look the other way and never doubt my emotions |
I stay down to earth instead of down on the focus |
I’m that air that you breathe, look around and you’ll notice |
I’m the voice of the people, gave 'em part of my soul |
Every day I live through only makes it harder to grow |
Cause I’ve seen so much tragedy and hatred |
Bet none of these friends will be glad to see me make it |
But I remember who loved me before the fans and the fame |
On one hand, I can count you the names |
Look, I remember who loved me before the fans and the fame |
On one hand, I can count you the names |
What you gonna do when you ain’t got anymore friends |
No more weed, money’s all spent |
After everything, all you got is you |
So take care of yourself and do what you gotta do |
What you gonna do when you ain’t got anymore friends |
No more weed, money’s all spent |
After everything, all you got is you |
So take care of yourself and do what you gotta do |
What you gonna do when you ain’t got anymore friends |
No more weed, money’s all spent |
After everything, all you got is you |
So take care of yourself and do what you gotta do |
Yo, before this shit I never had a best friend |
Never had a girl that told me she was down till the end |
Actin' like they love me, but don’t understand my misery |
None of y’all ever tried to write to me or visit me when I was locked away and |
needed a shoulder to lean on |
Taught me all I got is me, and I just need to be strong |
My so-called friends left me in the dust |
Till this very day they’re still textin' me, «What's up?» |
Nobody gave a fuck about my ass a couple years back |
So don’t be surprised when you call and don’t hear back |
Don’t take it personal, I’m just handling business |
Separate myself from the snakes and scandalous bitches |
Cause I don’t trust a soul and never do I fuck with hoes |
Cause most of the katts around me in it for the money, yo |
I ain’t gonna lie, get paid and I want some more but the difference is I’m on |
my shit, they just want a short cut |
But that’s only gonna get you cut short |
Opportunity is knockin', it’s at your front door |
So, what you gonna do? |
Take it and make a move or depend on others to put some food on a plate for you |
When shit hits the fan and you can’t find a way to quit stressin' |
Everyone you know will leave you in a split second |
So many friends turned on me for a couple dollars |
But that’s why I stand alone and only trust my momma |
Cause when I’m at my worst, nobody knows me |
But when I’m doin good everyone’s my fuckin homie |
Don’t blame me for takin care of myself homie. |
I ain’t selfish, I’m just gettin |
what I deserve, you know? |
I worked hard for this shit. |
I never took no handouts, |
never asked y’all for nothin homie |
What you gonna do when you ain’t got anymore friends |
No more weed, money’s all spent |
After everything, all you got is you |
So take care of yourself and do what you gotta do |
What you gonna do when you ain’t got anymore friends |
No more weed, money’s all spent |
After everything, all you got is you |
So take care of yourself and do what you gotta do |