Close Friends

I remember the time
When everything was good between us
And we were like best friends
I'm honestly starting to lose myself
And starting to fall off with all of my close friends

Thought you was the one but baby I feel out of purpose
Sitting with your hands open like you is so deserving
Tryna feed my family but these opps are steady lurking
Get myself together but the lean has got me slurring
Cross my heart and hope to die cause baby love ain't real
Shawty said she love me if she don't I'm raising hell
Since you acting like the devil baby can we make a deal
Me and Zimbo on the top bitch we ain't stopping at a mil

Shit man
It was better before-oh-oh
And now it's problems and issues
Like never be-fo-ore
So baby stop
I can't handle this anymore
I hope you never get to see me laying dead on the floor

(Open bottles need more)
Open bottles need more
(Laying dead on the floor)
Laying dead on the floor
(Matches, lighters, and more)
Matches, lighters, and more
(I've had too much but need more)
I've had too much but need more

You'll never understand me
Even if you're like me
(Yea-ah)
And you think and you think
That you're like me
It's so unlikely
That you'll ever be like me

High notes
Making shawty hit the high notes
Side note
Bitch I never loved you it was all lust
Kutthroat
I've been feeling really Kutthroat
Sipping on some lean and shawty sniffing up that stardust

Cocaína daydreams
I don't need no saving
I just want some top that's the only thing I'm craving
I don't want my old friends
And I don't want no new friends
Pop a couple Percocets and hop up in my new Benz

Cocaína daydreams
I don't need no saving
I just want some top that's the only thing I'm craving
I don't want my old friends
And I don't want no new friends
Pop a couple Percocets and hop up in my new Benz



Credits
Writer(s): Tristan Zarka
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