T. Anansi - Friend Zone

How the fuck did I
End up in the friend zone
I thought we was 10 toes
Yeah, I thought we was
Wanna see you drop low
Like rain on the window
How the fuck did I
End up on your friend side
I thought I was that guy
I thought I was that guy
But I must have been wrong how I'm in the friend zone now

And she won't even hop in my hoop ride
No
She want Benz on Lorenzos
Bouje we her friends so
Gotta come correct if you wanna get respect
Talking pussy, booty, neck
Triple threat, she a 10, bro
Now she claiming that I can't afford her
But if wealth is in the mind
Then that's not holding water
I can't hold it to her
Cause I was holding back
Wanna be way more than a homie, I should have told you that
Don't do that, don't you act
Like you get this energy and vibe
From them other guys on the other side
I catch your eye every time I slide, you can't play it off
Guard is up, take it off
ODB, I like it raw
Raw emotion, raw conversation
Let's hash it out
Please don't act like you don't know just what I'm asking bout
We can work the passion out until we passing out, yeah
Only if you park your pride and don't be backing out, yeah
Hop up in the whip
Drive to Echo Park
Pull up to your crib
Please don't tell me bout that kid that be playing witcha
He intimated, but I'm ready for your flavors, recognize

How the fuck did I
End up in the friend zone
I thought we was 10 toes
Yeah, I thought we was
Wanna see you drop low
Like rain on the window
How the fuck did I
End up on your friend side
I thought I was that guy
I thought I was that guy
But I must have been wrong how I'm in the friend zone now

I seen your ex get erased when he started saving face
When I heard y'all parted ways
Sweetest sound, amazing grace
No I ain't the type to hate
Just calling out a spade
I had my hand on your shoulder
But I wan't it on your waist (Don't make me wait)
He adding pressure to your life, I wanna change your options
Cause I get tired of hear you talk about like teenage gossip
How he ain't accomplished, nothing to keep you rocking
You need a flyer nigga, I can get you in this cockpit
Plus he be talking cocky, but he insecure
Hate to see you poppin', raising numbers like a credit score
Need you on his arm to help his ego stay alive
You fucking with these type of guys
Got me screaming

How the fuck did I
End up in the friend zone
I thought we was 10 toes
Yeah, I thought we was
Wanna see you drop low
Like rain on the window
How the fuck did I
End up on your friend side
I thought I was that guy
I thought I was that guy
But I must have been wrong how I'm in the friend zone now
But I must have been wrong how I'm in the friend zone now

(I'm still bout her)
I need to catch a flight, make me way back to LA
Sent a text the other night but, I don't wanna wait
For you send replies that don't tell me bout the space
Between us all the time
When we can catch a vibe, I
I told you what it was
If it ain't mutual, just tell me I'm a dub
Cause it's been that way and you ain't tell me nothing
How the fuck, did I
End up in the friend zone
Cause you be acting different when your friends gone
Let me touch it, touch it down like the end zone
Baby trust me, we can get gone, yeah

This a true story too
I wonder what's gone happen when she hear it

Written by:
Terrence Copeland

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