STEWXRT - Old Friends

All these
All these
All these old friends, don't wanna see them
They all come back when I'm grown then
Dive in the deep end
All these old friends, don't wanna meet them
They all come back when I blow
Bro get the fuck out my DM's
I just wanna live, want more life
Couldn’t give a shit got no time
I just wanna headline shows
Get cash and splash out like low tide
All these artist washed up on the shore so
Hang 'em out to dry like clothesline’s
While I’m still tangled in these love triangles fuck this cosine
Bitch, don’t talk down to me
When you need stilts, and I still been looking for a flaw on me still I ain’t found any
Meek mill, way that my pounds heavy
You just make brown pennies, say you make dough but don’t count any
Got the rolling pin out with the water and flour ready
You been acting but nah you won’t clown many
Yeah this year is my year
I know that I’ve saying it for 5 years
Wait, fuck it I don’t think they anyone listened
So next year I’m gon' be the pioneer
Shit man It’s high up here
Stay in my element fucking the biosphere
You don’t need evidence you got the proof it’s encrypted in my career
Fed up everybody telling me that I should focus on the good times not the pain
Fed up everybody coming to me they pretending that we’re friends cause I got some plays
Fed up of these images making me look a criminal, fuck it I’m tryna' get away
Fed up of these motherfuckers telling me to hurry up
When I been in another world tryna get my head in shape
All these old friends, don't wanna see them
They all come back when I'm grown then
Dive in the deep end
All these old friends, don't wanna meet them
They all come back when I blow
Bro get the fuck out my DM's
I just want a crib, good home life
Two dogs and a kid, no phone line
I just wanna chill with no dramas, Osamas who I’ll blow like
Yeah, reminisce those times
'Til then spit venom on those rhymes
Why do they think I’m big headed? I dead 'em then celebrate under my own shrine
Bitch, don’t talk loud to me
Just cause you need clicks
You been looking for a move, eh? But you ain't got no budget, no net, just flix
Yeah I been focusing too much on those puppets
Make a move and I got all these hoes turning
I just flick my wrist and move the bits of string
I'm so manipulative got control of them like, no
You don’t wanna be like those ones
They ain’t got no balls should grow some
Nobody can handle being different
Sticking to the script? Fuck that that’s no fun
You don’t wanna see me go further, if you do just leave me I’m working
Everybody following the system
If they come for me I swear that’s murder
The minute that I blow, they’ll be flicking through my photos thinking
Shit I shoulda' known, like fuck no
You were never there when I’s alone
So now why the fuck you thinking you can come and hit my phone
Like fuck no, you were never part of the circle
One love to the ones here from the word go
I’m just tryna' be the one that shines when the sun don’t
Middle fingers up to the past, that’s cut throat
Lurking on the outside like a snake get out my inbox
Suddenly these people come around they showing faith
Talking shit behind then showing love them imma' give none
There ain't no discussion, get the fuck out of my face
All these old friends, don't wanna see them
They all come back when I'm grown then
Dive in the deep end
All these old friends, don't wanna meet them
They all come back when I blow
Bro get the fuck out my DM's

Written by:
Stewart McAllister

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