LikE FriEnds

Not since this nonsense, I've been
Talkin' to dollars like friends
Fed up, fuck promo, I'm in
Gold chains with bottles of pain
She don't- uh, she's calling a friend
That shit just rang in my hand
My grass stays higher in June
Nightmares I'm having them, too

Hands up, search for the light
Hands up, search for the light

Think I found a grave in your arms, girl, I'm outside
Waitin' on your front porch, baby, I'm gon fly'
Past your window, away from this Earth, I might
Just let you take me, okay, I'll meet you outside

'Cause we're side by side every night on sight, inside
We're side by side every night on sight, inside

When the ceiling fan feels like It's my only fan
Barely sober, whatever you mean, alright

Not since this nonsense, I've been
Talkin' to dollars like friends
Fed up, fuck promo, I'm in
Gold chains with bottles of pain
She don't- uh, she's calling a friend
That shit just rang in my hand
My grass stays higher in June
Nightmares I'm having them, too

And it's only time that'll tell what's wrong I know
You became a number on my phone, I tell ya
Fuck a hand, I did this on my own
It's winter now but summer still in Texas
On and on and on and on it goes
Lincoln said I'm being too revealing
Benji said to watch for sons and critics
Wine glass said tomorrow's looking bad and I
Told myself this wasn't even love

Okay, okay,okay, okay, okay

Not since this nonsense, I've been
Talkin' to dollars like friends
Fed up, fuck promo, I'm in
Gold chains with bottles of pain
She don't- uh, she's calling a friend
That shit just rang in my hand
My grass stays higher in June
Nightmares I'm having them, too

If I let it spill, I walk away a king
If I take your hand, you'll walk away a thief



Credits
Writer(s): Jared Guzman
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