Be a Friend
Sweet talker
Hell I've been meaning to tell you
Oh, I've got something to say
I heard you out
Let's be clear that's where I'll stand
You are that kind of friend who doesn't matter
That kind of friendship makes you wonder
How you make it work
With your so-called friends, with those idiots, holding hands
Relationships you build for a reason,
Another mate, another season, hold
I've called you many times
And I've been around as much
But I cannot keep on holding out for good intentions
Hear me brother
This is not what we envisioned
I'd say that this is treason
Give me something to hold on
Something to wait for
Don't tell me you can't, that you don't have no time, anymore
Sweet talker
Hell I've been meaning to tell you
Oh, I've got something to say
I've done no wrong, so I'm at right to be a friend
And make you understand that this is now where we belong
Hear me brother
This is not what we envisioned
I'd say that this is treason
Asking how we ever came to this
We're wasting so much fucking spit, that's it, that's what I miss
We've worn it out, I don't want no fisticuff, that's enough
We kill it off, we kill it off
Forgive me but my blood
Is thicker
Than water
But never enough for you
Hell I've been meaning to tell you
Oh, I've got something to say
I heard you out
Let's be clear that's where I'll stand
You are that kind of friend who doesn't matter
That kind of friendship makes you wonder
How you make it work
With your so-called friends, with those idiots, holding hands
Relationships you build for a reason,
Another mate, another season, hold
I've called you many times
And I've been around as much
But I cannot keep on holding out for good intentions
Hear me brother
This is not what we envisioned
I'd say that this is treason
Give me something to hold on
Something to wait for
Don't tell me you can't, that you don't have no time, anymore
Sweet talker
Hell I've been meaning to tell you
Oh, I've got something to say
I've done no wrong, so I'm at right to be a friend
And make you understand that this is now where we belong
Hear me brother
This is not what we envisioned
I'd say that this is treason
Asking how we ever came to this
We're wasting so much fucking spit, that's it, that's what I miss
We've worn it out, I don't want no fisticuff, that's enough
We kill it off, we kill it off
Forgive me but my blood
Is thicker
Than water
But never enough for you
Credits
Writer(s): Desjardins Maxime, Bedard Olivier, Chartrand Julien, Gamache Lalonde Olivier
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