Lost Friends
I lost my friends
Now I got enemies
Stabbed me in the back
You had that tendency
Now I pull the strings just like a symphony
And I guess that you can keep your sympathy
I lost all hope
But fuck it now I'm bout to ball
And I'm doing fine, you don't gotta call
I guess everything worked out after-all
Bout to show off like a curtain call
I lost my friends
I lost my friends
The ones who was supposed to be by my side
The ones who insisted loyalty, so I obliged
I thought favors don't count, thought they was subsidized
My best-friend turned out to be a snake in disguise
Bitch it's time to cut the grass
When I was doing bad, bitch you dipped in a flash
Felt like a dead soul zipped in a bag
When I fell down nobody lifted my ass
I felt raggedy
So actually, its yo own fault why you mad at me
And this chip on my shoulder growing rapidly
Gonna make you wish that you never turned your back on me
Counting me out like counting Bron out
When you know he behind you with the block
Fuck counting me out like counting Curry out
When you know he shooting his shot
TAT yeah MVP that's the crowd
They screaming for Tat
I'm gone win, boy yes indeed
And I'm giving it all that I got
And I'm tying up loose ends
Trust broke cant make amends
I'll never lose me again
I'll rather lose all my friends
Said I'm tying up loose ends
Trust broke can't make amends
I'll never lose me again
I'll rather lose all my friends
I lost my friends
Now I got enemies
Stabbed me in the back
You had that tendency
Now I pull the strings just like a symphony
And I guess that you can keep your sympathy
I lost all hope
But fuck it now I'm bout to ball
And I'm doing fine, you don't gotta call
I guess everything worked out after-all
Bout to show off like a curtain call
I lost my friends
Eli Eli, why have they forsaken me
They crucified and cut me deep
I guess they like to see me bleed
I guess when they sat down to eat
They forgot to make me a seat
But fuck it why would I use my knees
When I got two fucking feet
When shit got too fucking deep
Y'all bailed out ain't send me no plumbing
Davon Godchaux in the fifth round
Bitch you knew my time was coming
Now I'm running the ball
Running through walls
When its curtain call I hear the applause
They greatest comeback anyone ever saw
I guess it worked out after all nigga
What about your friends
Are they ones who you can depend
Or are they back stabbers smile in your face
Talk bout you after
Abracadabra Houdini how many of us have them
It doesn't matter what matters I cut off all the baggage
Now they mad, but like the trash bag get glad
I fell off, I came back I left you up in the past
I said they mad but like the trash bag get glad
I fell off, I came back and left you up in the past
Bitch
I lost my friends
Now I got enemies
Stabbed me in the back
You had that tendency
Now I pull the strings just like a symphony
And I guess that you can keep your sympathy
I lost all hope
But fuck it now I'm bout to ball
And I'm doing fine, you don't gotta call
I guess everything worked out after-all
Bout to show off like a curtain call
I lost my friends
Now I got enemies
Stabbed me in the back
You had that tendency
Now I pull the strings just like a symphony
And I guess that you can keep your sympathy
I lost all hope
But fuck it now I'm bout to ball
And I'm doing fine, you don't gotta call
I guess everything worked out after-all
Bout to show off like a curtain call
I lost my friends
I lost my friends
The ones who was supposed to be by my side
The ones who insisted loyalty, so I obliged
I thought favors don't count, thought they was subsidized
My best-friend turned out to be a snake in disguise
Bitch it's time to cut the grass
When I was doing bad, bitch you dipped in a flash
Felt like a dead soul zipped in a bag
When I fell down nobody lifted my ass
I felt raggedy
So actually, its yo own fault why you mad at me
And this chip on my shoulder growing rapidly
Gonna make you wish that you never turned your back on me
Counting me out like counting Bron out
When you know he behind you with the block
Fuck counting me out like counting Curry out
When you know he shooting his shot
TAT yeah MVP that's the crowd
They screaming for Tat
I'm gone win, boy yes indeed
And I'm giving it all that I got
And I'm tying up loose ends
Trust broke cant make amends
I'll never lose me again
I'll rather lose all my friends
Said I'm tying up loose ends
Trust broke can't make amends
I'll never lose me again
I'll rather lose all my friends
I lost my friends
Now I got enemies
Stabbed me in the back
You had that tendency
Now I pull the strings just like a symphony
And I guess that you can keep your sympathy
I lost all hope
But fuck it now I'm bout to ball
And I'm doing fine, you don't gotta call
I guess everything worked out after-all
Bout to show off like a curtain call
I lost my friends
Eli Eli, why have they forsaken me
They crucified and cut me deep
I guess they like to see me bleed
I guess when they sat down to eat
They forgot to make me a seat
But fuck it why would I use my knees
When I got two fucking feet
When shit got too fucking deep
Y'all bailed out ain't send me no plumbing
Davon Godchaux in the fifth round
Bitch you knew my time was coming
Now I'm running the ball
Running through walls
When its curtain call I hear the applause
They greatest comeback anyone ever saw
I guess it worked out after all nigga
What about your friends
Are they ones who you can depend
Or are they back stabbers smile in your face
Talk bout you after
Abracadabra Houdini how many of us have them
It doesn't matter what matters I cut off all the baggage
Now they mad, but like the trash bag get glad
I fell off, I came back I left you up in the past
I said they mad but like the trash bag get glad
I fell off, I came back and left you up in the past
Bitch
I lost my friends
Now I got enemies
Stabbed me in the back
You had that tendency
Now I pull the strings just like a symphony
And I guess that you can keep your sympathy
I lost all hope
But fuck it now I'm bout to ball
And I'm doing fine, you don't gotta call
I guess everything worked out after-all
Bout to show off like a curtain call
I lost my friends
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Writer(s): Tatyanna Jones
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