HBK DaVinci - "FrîENDs"

Oh
Friends gone come but friends gone come and go
I knew he was lying from the start soon as he told
I just caught a baddie from the stands don't need no hoes
Took off like a rocket I been searching for my soul

I been searching
Baby girl don't pop that perk it ain't working
I been literally in my bag in my Birkin
And I know some these pussy niggas tryna murk me
I can't let them hurt me
Thirty in my stomach, cut it up, it's doing surgery
One my best friends crossed me, stay away like I'm allergic
I been crying out for help, don't know if you heard it
Demons coming out from hell, my life isn't perfect
Oh well, I had to grow up and move on
I ain't even have the time to go, I hit that bitch with my shoes on (my shoes)
Pockets full of provolone, cheddar on me like the Danone
Niggas slide more than turbo, I'm balling hard nigga and one
I'm the main show this shit canon
I just had to hit that in Pool nigga no Draymond
I just walked up in the fuckin stu, beats I lay on
Voice melodic like my fuckin tool, I might spray on
My niggas masking up like Dr. Doom, like McMahon
Do the dash, car going to fast I might crash
I can't come in last, I might pass
Money stretch longer than gymnast
I'm in luv with cash, bought a bag
Pretty boy, I just got the swag
Silly boy, you ain't what you act
Chips ahoy, that's all that I stack

Oh
Friends gone come but friends gone come and go
I knew he was lying from the start soon as he told
I just caught a baddie from the stands don't need no hoes
Took off like a rocket I been searching for my soul

I been hurting
Baby girl I think this perk might be working
Came so far and all this work is finally showing
Emotions out the present
It be hard to open, do you even notice?
I'm hoping, that you stay focus
I can make you disappear nigga hocus pocus
I can make you reappear nigga on my Cronos
Shawty want to fuck and she suck for a bonus
Shawty talking fuck till we're fucked and we fucked till it's over
One to the head every time I feel sober
One to the head and I'm dumber than homer
Stuck like a stoner, if she fine I might go fuck and just clone her
Paint her face toner, covered-face
Ain't her face, you can't see her no more
Plug done hit the interface, I might cop some chrome hearts
I can see into me, this Rinnegan do work
Do the dash, car going to fast I might crash
I can't come in last, I might pass
Money stretch longer than gymnast
I'm in luv with cash, bought a bag
Pretty boy, I just got the swag
Silly boy, you ain't what you act
Chips ahoy, that's all that I stack

Oh
Friends gone come but friends gone come and go
I knew he was lying from the start soon as he told
I just caught a baddie from the stands don't need no hoes
Took off like a rocket I been searching for my soul

Written by:
Horace Johnson

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