Lyrics:
Car cries and cold nights
I never was enough
I've been so light
On telling you its good
That's how I lost my own best friend
I know I need you till
punched my ass that was no fair fight”
Rat ass duck... you just a snitch with a Nine
It be yo best friends that be dropping a dime
Do yo thing solo dolo
just have my own room that's mine
Well if I'm never good enough for you, that's fine
Just eat your dinner'n go to bed 'cause now you're on MY time
My
me feel this way
Pussy so good, put that shit in my face
Always on my mind like every damn day
Like my best friend, baby I just wanna taste
Cause
Can't no one win
Till they conquer need
Its blood on all our hands
Its blood on all our hands
Its blood on all our hands
I already got enough on my
a void, but nothing’s good enough
Life is passing by; I watch children grow
Fearing that I’ll die, miserably alone
Planted evil seeds; I reaped what I’ve
got the best in me
But it was fine I had that slapped on my back
To just be the church kid that always gets labeled as whack
The campus priest passing
failed him if I let him
Plus it's good to breathe
So all my problems been for self
& I been
doin most
& holdin those I love closer I been
Only leadin by
Could've lucked up but you lost one
Saw you outside
Quicky drove by
You were in my best friend's ride Don't even deny
Could have lucked up
But you lost
lyft driver
At All
The conversation starts innocent enough
He asks how my day was
I tell him I made a friend
He says He made a friend a month ago
She
At My Very First Party
I Felt I Could Make My Self Somebody
It Was Something In My Heart From The Very Start
I Could See Myself At The Top Of The Chart
best friends, right?
I don't like the way you say my name
You're always looking for someone to blame
Now you want me to suffer just cause
You was
one (whip)
Now tattoo me on your ass, so it means something (oh)
Thumb through it, count that big bank roll (count it)
Prong set on my Cartier by
What's the point of trying my best
If it still ain't good enough, filled with regrets
How many times I gotta lose a job or a friend
When will my streak
around.
Yeah.
Well, the cop made the showdown
He was sure he was right
He had all of the lowdown
From the bank heist last night
His best friend was
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
there will never be a clone
Stayed by your side when shit got real rough
Giving you my all, it wasn't enough
Stayed ten toes down, that other shit is
we'd walk
And passers by, would shudder with delight
Mmm! Good times
And there was this man
All the cats were there
Just dirty enough to say, "We
that there might be something when I know I'm nothing to you
I was never good enough to be chosen so why do I see the future as golden
Not enough
Not
I do it like the best of the greatest, not the worst
Like welfare day, can't stop the first of the month
Can't stop Short Dawg neither
Got a good
to deal with it and didn't ask questions
No point in making the past present
But after a month and a half, you was a month and a half pregnant
Damn, my
what is it man
D'you make it yourself I like to hear you yodel
Just dropped in to have a cup of coffee friend
Sound good on that man that's the best
to Motor Vehicle, Motor Vehicle was closed
Oh it was closed?
Yeah it was closed
Oh what's your name son?
My name is Frankie Nato, but my friends, they
to Motor Vehicle, Motor Vehicle was closed
Oh it was closed?
Yeah it was closed
Oh what's your name son?
My name is Frankie Nato, but my friends, they
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