Lyrics:
Think I'll go out to Alberta, weather's good there in the fall
I got some friends that I could go to working for
Still I wish you'd change your mind,
nights though, don't be so ashamed
I've had mine, you've had yours, we both know
We know
Know you've been hurt by someone else
I can tell by the way
can go to working for
Still I wish you change your mind
If I asked you one more time
But we've been through that a hundred times or more
If I get
payin' your dues
You can't kick back and let your bankroll stack
You'll be stuck on stupid, for smokin' a friend
Ten years from now you'll still be in
my eyes
I be struggling and hustling and thugging it forever
We gotta prepare
We gotta prepare
We gotta prepare
For eternal warfare
For
to the gang, now the one-on-one, nigga, I was by myself, but I still ain't runnin
Way out at K, he ain't talkin' bout nothin
I be on the east side, postin' my
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want 'em (left you all by yourself)
'Cause I think we can
pocket is a pole
In my cup is very toxic
Take a sip an watch me go
Yeah the Wraith is cool but it ain’t Benz
Yeah we might be cool but we ain’t friends
I
a friend, we will be there
We're going to be around we care
So, don't despair you still have friends
(You still have your friends)
On our support you can
Seems like
You've got it all figured out
You're alright
With the way this is going down
Don't tell me we can still be friends
Hanging
we can still be friends,
'Cause life goes on even though love ends.
Boy if you still want romance,
Maybe I'll give you just one more chance.
'll always be friends
I still sing now and then
Mostly at weddings for friends
And I just bet you still get
A yearning to paint now and then
They tore
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
Charlemagne
Now your patrons have all left you in the red
Your low-rent friends are dead
This life can be very strange
All those Day-Glo freaks who
Even though I try not to bend
[Chorus]
There goes my heart again
Baby why can't we be just friends
It's a mess but we still pretend
Any fool could
This that UGK shit just ain't that solo shit
Nigga this, that Bun B Pimp C shit nigga
Well it's the Pimp and the Bun
We back in the game
It's
come on)
We gotta make moves
Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on)
You gotta be a winner all the time
Can't fall prey to a hip
can't die, I can't die
This shit is wicked on these mean streets
None of my friends speak, we all tryna win
But then again, maybe it's for the best
talk about this world's about to end
If we can die together then can't we all be friends
I gotta know
Hey, I gotta know
So mister can you tell me,
I wanna be ‘em
And I just beat the odds
I guess we can call it even
Cause he the underdog
Went from flipping patties at a Fuddruckers
To living
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
be like "go Mets!"
I want a dude that'll still kiss me when he mad
Type to cop me diamonds, he can miss me with them bags
Girl we been right here,
what I saw,
17 months a year... when it rained
By all aspiring me, I do what I have to now
[Chorus]
Rolling out of my bed
I still can't find
worry
I will be late, don't stay up and wait for me"
"Say again? You're dropping out, my battery is low
Just so you know, we're going to a place
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