4 My Friends

Polyester
No more Cotton
I don't know what
Ya been swabbing
Doing good
We popping collars
I just hope you
Keep on shining

All she wanna know
Is why I'm stupid
All she wanna know
Is why I'm ruthless
She just wanna know
If I really love the music
She just wanna know
If I'm really gon do it

Hanging with my friends
Doubts never end
Those my brothers man
We could rob bank
Moving contraband
Making hella bands
They don't understand

Late nights swerves
With my brethren's
We was making plans
We had nothing
Shaq on the block
Fuck a free throw
We was making plays
With the oven man
Ken was moving weight
With our other mans
They was making ways
For the others man

Haven't been myself
For a minute man

(Haven't been myself for a minute man
Swimming in the pussy
Got me feeling like a minute man)

Haven't been myself
In a minute man
I've been doing good but
I know I ain't finish man
Wanna find god
But not through religion man
Not much to say
But I know I ain't finish man



Credits
Writer(s): David Thomas
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