Kwamé, Matt Corby and Triple One - So Easy

She tryna kick it with my best friend,
He only calls her on a Friday,
I swear I call her til the world end,
She only loves me when I’m dreaming,
I know your broke and need your bills paid,
But that’s some shit we’d probably all say,
But she still fucking with my best friend,
God I wish it was that easy

She taste like lemonade, but I’ve never sipped it
She sound like seronades, but I’ve never listened
She feel like velvet sheets, all I got is blisters
She come over some times but she ain’t my business
Plant these secrets I’m prophesising my misdemeanours
Feeling choked inside but I don't know if she can see it
You see me now my kicks are cleaner
And my drinks are getting cheaper
They almost free
Cause people lie they don’t want either
It’s safe to say
We just some needles in a stack of hay
I’m always losing ways
And staying down and blue for days
Wished she hit me up
And pulled me out of this fucking haze
But this is purgatory
She Ain’t say a word to me

He was walking j's when he jaywalked
Tryna grab some papes from the corner store
She was off her face by the payphone
I know that she

She tryna kick it with my best friend
He only calls her on a Friday
I swear I call her til the world end
She only loves me when I’m dreaming
I know your broke and need your bills paid
But that’s some shit we’d probably all say
But she still fucking with my best friend
God I wish it was that easy

Make them plans and they fall out
TV dinners no ball out
Cataracts I went all out
You a foe not a light house
She pullin’ up I stay vacant
She want L and T no Bacon
I speak the truth that's blatant
Get operated no patients
I can’t, stay out of trouble I smuggle liquor in bubble tea
So orthodontist the donnest man when I shift the teeth
AhHandyman but a man is what he struggles to be
And stay relapsing no relaxing for a boy like me

I know you really got it like c note (so easy)
You live inside my mind depot (so easy)
The dark follows my ego (so easy)
They follow me follow me home

And I've seen your call
You leave me wanting
No taste, no law
Lay it down on me
Lay it down on me

She tryna kick it with my best friend
He only calls her on a Friday
I swear I call her til the world end
She only loves me when I’m dreaming
I know your broke and need your bills paid
But that’s some shit we’d probably all say
But she still fucking with my best friend
God I wish it was that easy

Fell in love with shawty til I seen she fuck with Marty damn
She said things were different til I seen her eat with Conor, man
Went to split the bill then realised that she had left with Bill
I heard she slept with Dom but now she waking up in Quakers Hill

Written by:
William Gunns, Vincent Goodyer, Martin Guilfoyle, Rich Amevor, Dominic Kim, Conor Grealish

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Peermusic Publishing

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