Saint Frm LA - More Than Just Friends

So what if our zodiac signs don't align
I'm tryna make you mine, girl and just mine
My mind and your mind are on the same time
My sight and your sight seeing eye to eye
Oh, Oh
Im back on the same shit that got me hot
That real truth, real talk, really hit the spot
The same shit that makes your girlfriend shoot her shot

How hard is it to say how you feel forreal
You run me hotter than a fever every time we chill
You my nigga, you my homie, you my dawg forreal
You the girl that I can count on when the numbers fail
All night on FaceTime calls, I don't even like talking or picking up the phone
Year 2k like bump bump bump me and you are just products of where we come from
That one night when pick up turned to pull up we linked round 2 or 1
Teased it didn't believe it but now there's no reason for us to not have some fun
Head to toe, ooo
Nice and slow, ooo
Not exactly what I pictured but this picture better
Knew even after tonight that we wouldn't be together
Head to toe, ooo
Nice and slow, ooo
Woah woah
Woah woah
Woah, oh

It's nly off the liquor when you giving me the whole spill
Had to ask you 4 times for you to tell the truth forreal
You drive me crazy but I still lay it down like road kill
All the shots we throwing only lead to catching more feels
I put you on game even my niggas couldn't know still
Hotter than arenas but like Gilbert you've not no chill
Can't even tell it straight you keep me guessing like a hotel
Most your friends fake, they wouldn't love you on a downhill
Why didn't we date, always said that we would wait for each other
You got a man when I was planning to show you to my mother
I fuck a lot of hoes but you the one I'm fuckin and loving
Living by the code but dying, when I see you in public
Forreal
You toxic, as shit and I love it
Forreal
I just can't find no comfort in cuffin'
Forreal
We were friends first this wasn't part the deal

Can't keep fuckin friends
Cause when you fucking friends it don't ever end well, it's too many feelings or not enough at all
And how you say you love me but don't wanna build with me
Everybody wanna use me usually
You ain't gotta be my girlfriend
You can be my rida, you can be my solider, my holder, provider
Somebody that I'm close to, can trust in, rely on
You're my girl but we're just friends

How you on demon time at 11:11
Those angel numbers got me wishing that we had a reverend
Always been player, said that I'd never get tied down forever
So many layers, to the reasons we why can't be together
When your old nigga made your heart hurt, I was there through it
Played the homie role for years although I didn't care for it
I got plenty friends, I got plenty plans, can't pretend
Made some lovers out my homegirls and never spoke again
Oh
Oh, ooo
Tried to put you on
Give you everything you want
Gas you on the phone, and brag about you too my bros
Paid to get your nails done, full set and toes
I go global, I go costal, like Ronaldo
'Least with me you know I'm always coming back home
I would've taken you on every trip I've ever flown
You be acting childish but love to swear you're grown
Stop with all that childish shit
You been on my mind running up the mileage and shit
My favorite stress relief is hitting up a girl I don't miss
And telling her I miss her so that I can hit it again

Head to toe, ooo
Nice and slow, ooo
I wanted to be that nigga end of story
Hated hearing bout everybody you dealt with before me when y'all were
Head to toe, ooo
Nice and slow, ooo
Drove me crazy acted like it ain't faze me
And that's why I

Can't keep fuckin friends
Cause when you fucking friends it don't ever end well
It's too many feelings or not enough at all
And how you say you love me but don't wanna build with me
Everybody wanna use me usually
You ain't gotta be my girlfriend
You can be my rida, you can be my solider, my holder, provider
Somebody that I'm close to, can trust in, rely on
You're my girl but we're just friends

Written by:
Jordan Palmer

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