Lyrics:
YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND
Written By: Quentin Antonio Mack
Published By: Antonio Productions/Solo Music (BMI)
Intro. [Original Version]
VERSE:
You
whole pack or posse
Stupid sit there and watch me
You can't stop the original with a copy
Sloppy very sloppy you slouch
Every time I bite
fright
I guess we could cruise down one more time
With you by my side, it should be fine
We'll buy some drugs and watch a band
Then jump in the river
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
go get a jar from Branson
And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
And go
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
sorry
I just wanna be the best version of me
If you don't fuck with it then you can leave
Go ahead and leave
Never really been myself
Like
like a long time to come
How could I be so blind, baby
Not to see you were the one
I let ya slip on from me baby
I let ya walk on by,
Shoulda
know I
Change my style like the weather
But you love every version of me
And it’s crazy how time just unwinds
When we’re together
So hold me tight
Say
(Fuck you)
I came for whoever is in charge
I suggest you go and get yourself a weapon and a guard
They need some coffee, everybody's sleeping
isn't it.
Oh by the way, just before I sign off... because I've gotta go now... you know, there's a beer waiting for me
down the road in the bar. So I
[Royce – over Chorus]
"Rock City Version 2.0" in stores right now
Feel me!
"Dead or Alive" the new album comin in Spring niggaz
If you gonna go buy
and roll some weed up
You'll roll 3 blunts and fuck up 3 blunts
Mothafucka you would fuck up a free lunch
Dawg, keep it right thurr like Chingy
Your girl
Your trapped on the dance floor
It's locked there's no escape
There's no eat no drink cant take a break
No seat to sit down you gotta stand up
.
Yeah, I'm always here till closin' time.
I'm a Lonesome Fugitive:
(Liz Anderson - Casey Anderson)
Down every road there's always one more city
Thank you
sorry
I just wanna be the best version of me
If you don't fuck with it then you can leave
Go ahead and leave
Never really been myself
Like
cleared your throat and let it go?
So every single time that you opened your mouth
Something like the truth came struggling out
A picture of the past
made me feel insecure
Like the time I was a roadie
On Elton John's tour
She said "Let's go catch some Piscatore!"
I said "Beatrice, you don't eat
Opening the door
And seeing your face like
Wow, why'd I even go out?
How the hell did I convince you that I'm worth keeping around
I don't want to be
I want to go higher (x3)
I want to go higher (higher baby) (x2)
If I ever get down in the dumps
Short of a dollar nothin change for months
It
the fuck did it go? (But hey)
The booth all dank, we burn up to the sky
The juice all drank, we turn up to the side
Time goes by, we drop like flies
But I'm
a storm
Now listen close
There are times when you will not have hope
Not know how to cope, and you won't want to bring yourself through
Death will
your doom
Why do you write like you're running out of time?
Write day and night like you're running out of time?
Every day day you fight, like
every door repelled alas!
As long foretold, their refuge all
Was but an humble ox's stall.
There were three wise men from afar
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