Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Friends, artist - Yungen. Date of issue: 20.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Friends |
| Lord can you save me from my friends |
| I can deal with my enemies |
| When I’m doing well, when they need something |
| The only time they remember me |
| And I know that ain’t how it’s meant to be |
| So tell 'em don’t mention me |
| I kept it real from the start from your friends in the park they ain’t never |
| had to question me |
| I’m like fuck all of that call shit |
| Where the man that I ain’t cool with? |
| Stab wounds in my back from even people I went school with |
| They rather see you fall than ball, I’m lucky I’m the here |
| (Yeah, we could’ve balled together) |
| You mess with pagans, you’re a pagan |
| I told man straight blatant |
| I got a heart of gold, money will turn your friends Satan |
| I don’t turn up to no birthdays, I ain’t in these pictures ravin' |
| I’m out here dream chasing while these clowns are looking |
| Talking about how I’m back, thinkin' them hoes ain’t runnin' back |
| All that pillow talkin', you forget to cover tracks |
| I’m fuckin' why you talkin', I’m like fuck you why you talkin'? |
| All the fakes smiles and shit is gettin' boring |
| Heartbroken and disappointing when you think they’re one of yours |
| And how do I stay grounded when they’re praying on my floors |
| (How?) |
| So I is 'bout to chip, changing all the time |
| Cause I’d rather lose a friend than have a pagan on my line |
| From the fist fight days when I never had a weapon |
| I am loyal to my niggas, they ain’t never had to question |
| But shit be lookin' different now I’m lookin' from the top |
| Lord protect me from my friends, I can take care of the ops |
| Keep it real, if they fake don’t feel me |
| I gotta kill the hate, all the hate gon' kill me |
| These niggas keep talkin', I keep on getting richer |
| I see my enemies and they wanna take a picture |
| They say that I should tweet more, man I’m like fuck 'em |
| 36 floors, sucked off by the suckers |
| You’re hollering at my old girl, I don’t even want 'em |
| I’m in the penthouse, something brown and foreign |
| They don’t know about these long days |
| They don’t know about these hard nights |
| They don’t know about these long fights |
| Wrong, rights and hard life |
| Tryna see a change, but all I see is killers |
| Protect me from friends, cause I know they the releast |