Jake Mercer - Friend (feat. Phanumb)

Friend?
What's a friend to me?
Gotta be more than not and enemy
Gotta be the one who support what you believe in
Always have your back and never get to think of thieving
This is for the ones I've known all my life
This is for the ones that used to hide from the sunshine
Drinking at the school, call the cops, yelling one time
This is for the days when we lost our minds
Young mother fuckers with nothing to believe in
Great white wine, mix a little bit of weed in
Choking and wheezing, barely fucking breathing
Looking for the fun, never thinking of the reasons
What I'd give to go back one day
What I'd give to go visit for a minute
I was eyeballs deep in the shit with a shovel
There was no way out I was loving every minute of it
Friend?
What's a friend to me?
The number one attribute is loyalty
Times get tough they don't duck out and get lost
Ride it to the end they don't care about the cost
This is for the ones I've known all my days
From way back when we were living in a daze
We were crazy and at times a little lazy
Smoking so much green we were all a little hazy
See em online from my neck of the woods
I'm glad you're doing fine and that life is all good
If it wasn't, you know that you could call in an instant
Any time of day the response is consistent
It could be a day or a year or a decade
Twenty years past?
Boy let's get paid
Tell me of your struggles and I'll tell you of mind
I'll love you to the end even when we don't shine
Friend?
What's a friend to me?
What's a friend to me?
What's a friend to me?
Friend?
What's a friend to me?
What's a friend to me?
What's a friend to me?
Friend?
A friend to me?
A being that connects past the sight they see
One that parallels where I've been, twins committing sins
Kindling burning within, the adrenaline kicking in
Days like daredevils whom reveled in smoking ourselves to a whole another level
A feeling now so surreal like some million dollar deal
Remembering the peel of the Aerostar tires, crazed crude ballin' highfliers
A bunch of nighthawks on a vandalized walk
Our aftershock seeps in and cracks your bedrock
A slip slop tripped top bustin outta the block
Cruisin for a bruisin from them small dicked jocks
Love to chop ya up, but we don't just drop
We'll pull up our socks and rock ya til your outline is chalked
School of hard knocks son, got a house built like fort knox
Against the grain we be unorthodox
Sippin back on that vodka juice out in the sandbox
Memories that lead to xerox bodies
Chassin after all the hottest hotties that made relationships shoddy
Old codes like the bros before the hoes
Bitches bringin their pains and woes to our daily shoes
Acting like a rose between two thorns, it grows there scorned
Can't break this threshold, a hard card to play even for a smoking bouquet
Friends til we die
Someone whom never lies
An ally in my eye
Someone who don't ever wanna say goodbye
Someone who stays consistent in my sky
Friend?
What's a friend to me?
What's a friend to me?
What's a friend to me?
Friend?
What's a friend to me?
What's a friend to me?
What's a friend to me?
Friend?

Written by:
Justin Ryan Taylor, Jaakko Pietari Manninen

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