Lul Foureign - All My Friends

Yeah, yeah, too Foureign, Foureign, yeah
Too Foureign Gang
Ooo, Too Foureign Gang
Ooo ooo
Girl I'm getting sick of all my
Yeah
Honest
Girl I'm getting sick of all my friends
Dying
Wonder if I'm closer to the end
I've been
Really tryna get close to these bands
I'm just
I'm just tryna keep my head straight
I know it get deeper than the damn cake
I'ma just takeoff it ain't no
"Man wait"
I've been elevating for my fam's sake
Ain't no pumping brakes so I excel
Ask how I've been doing
Not so well
I got homies hoping that I fail
Nose been stuffy
I ain't peep the fishy smell
Yeah
I should've known that you would sell out
Sticking to what I know like a mail route
Bottom feeder hiding in a shell, trout
I got a story, let me tell 'bout
Yeah
You niggas jokes but you really ain't funny
While you laughing in the house I'll be getting some money
These niggas night time, fright time, I'm looking sunny
These niggas slow like a tortoise while I hop like a bunny
How I'm fast and you moving very slow like?
You say I'm cheating, thats to say you got a slow bike
You push the pedal, you can get the shit to go right
Got fallen soldiers, I wish they could live the slow life
But they can't, I just keep on balling in the paint
Hella dog tags I'm just tryna get some rank
Keep it pushing forward, put some miles in the tank
If I catch a flight I'm gone be sitting in the rain
I'm just smoking through the pain
Sipping through the pain
God he work mysterious, so we gone meet again
This shit hit me in my heart, but I got a lot to gain
Promise I'ma stay the same
I'ma grow and maintain
Honest
Girl I'm getting sick of all my friends
Dying
Wonder if I'm closer to the end
I've been
Really tryna get close to these bands
I'm just
I'm just tryna keep my head straight
I know it get deeper than the damn cake
I'ma just takeoff it ain't no
"Man wait"
I've been elevating for my fam's sake
Ain't no pumping brakes so I excel
Ask how I've been doing
Not so well
I got homies hoping that I fail
Nose been stuffy
I ain't peep the fishy smell
Yeah
I should've known that you would sell out
Sticking to what I know like a mail route
Bottom feeder hiding in a shell, trout
I got a story, let me tell 'bout
Yeah

Written by:
Khiry Yameini-Thomas

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