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really what they come for
I just be goin' with the vibe, bet they think I'm dumb though
Man, I just looked at my childhood friend dressed in a casket
He

shit
One way traffic can't swerve this shit
Grindin' for time had to earn this shit
Takes years of silence to be heard this quick
Straight up and if

we've been renting for six months for a fortune and
Sometimes I take a magazine and I escort them two by two
On a little glossy lifeboat into the garden

of his friends
His body is gone
Next week he got a fuckin funeral
And he can't even attend (Can't even attend)

the game
Big FBM we hit em stains
I told my friends about the game they act like ian put em on
K2 the don u mess with gang
ill get you gone
I keep cutter by

the map or fly to Vietnam 
And find a place to write all my sad songs 

I kinda want a son who is loved by his mother
And a daughter who is friends with her

and depressed
while the Pastor's buying private jets  
Paid for by the very people tryna fight their way through debt
How's that gonna earn respect 
Friends are

A bottle of Jameson was my best friend, 'cause misery loves company
I just wanna take the fuckin' pain away, just wanna take the fuckin' pain away
I chill

a game of expectation
Between the will and the skill no correlation 
For students tryna work no consideration
Rather see your diploma than have

passport

Hello Jessica
What of Jennifer
Na the banny you dey carry when call I you for dinner
Hello Jennifer, tell your friend Jessica
Stop sharing pussy

Look who I was back then
When they use to call me Christian
I was innocent then
Wasn't worried about no chick
The ones that I called my friends
Had

for me off the crown you on go
I know yo lil friends they be jealous whenever on IG it's me that you post
They hate that it's clear I'm the highest

waiting by the door hope she come back but she won't
Guess I gotta just accept that she ain't here anymore
I turn around and heard a sound I coulda sworn it

at my funeral, tyin' my laces (Ha-ha)
Wanna stay friends? That's fine by me
Her feelings gone grow with time by me
Mom heard my tracks, she's mad at me
I

an artful end
To get up excited
I want an artful end
To go where I'm invited
Mornings painted by me
Not for me to make your coffee or have every joy of mine

gonna have to keep fighting them mugs within
Now it is killing before what's killing you niggas that started out friends
You win, the wrong for what you

you'on make plans
For the future
And people tell you that you ain't shit
And at times you believe it
Cause these problems, they ancient
And growing up in

friend
No one to listen, you think no one gives a shit
You reach for the blade underneath your pillow case
Introduce it to your wrist, then you do figure

"Officer I swear they're just my friends Officer
You can arrest me when pigs drive cars
That's when you can arrest me
That's when you can arrest me"
"I work

low
I don't just have a lotta bread and a Million flows
To follow up I rock a little edge and Chip for show tell your friends and Put it in your head

Shame that my grandfather died
Who was from my mother's side
It became one of my worse nights
Back in January like why?
Like in 2019
It was unexpected for

agree
He telling me
That she like nanny mcphee
Im buying ur bitch
She for free
Im telling her something
She wouldn't believe
She keep begging
And saying

isn't wrong it's just quiet
Bumping The Uncluded and scouring Kierkegaard 
Slumping, existential crisis that needs trees and a guitar
My friends don't

away
It's gonna be a long night so find something to say

Well, Luke was a kid with a lot of friends
And he used his looks as a means to an end
But don't