J.P. Kin$ella - Friends

Cash rules, gas fuels everything around me
Yeah, tell everybody throw their hands up
And while we at it, you should call your friends up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I could hear the singing inside of my head, inside of my head, inside of my head
I could hear the singing inside of my head, inside of my head, inside of my head

Tonight I'm letting go of all that shit that's been clouding my thoughts
Smoke clouds in my coffin if that shit is the cost
Last year was some real crazy shit, taught me how to take a loss and move on
Aw nah, yeah
I just took it in my stride, yeah
Things just got so crooked in my mind
Driving reckless, yes it almost took my life
I saw two too many stretchers, waking up to hazy lights
I just can't hold back
Brought all of my old ways back
Told me Ima get myself killed, I'm like "don't say that"

Throw your hands up
And while we at it, you should call your friends up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I could hear the singing inside of my head, inside of my head, inside of my head
I could hear the singing inside of my head, inside of my head, inside of my head

Could you blame me for my itches? Addicted to counting cash
They'll throw me and my dawgs in the pound if it's found in the dash
Just laugh, you don't have the time to waste on worrying
You don't even have a plan so where the hell you hurrying?
And nobody throwing up shit but their hands tonight
Making shit you can ride to like tandem bikes
And I'm nice, if I was you, I wouldn't stand my type
One of a kind, I'm the man, that's right
If you don't know by now, never count me out
I really, really found my route

Written by:
John Kinsella

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