Strong Friend
Sitting at this table for one
Asking myself questions before the waiter returns
I let my thoughts spill over the counter, I'm done
But here's another glass
Imma have to tip him for sure
Like
Have I lost the plot?
Am I still on track?
Or Am I just shooting darts
Way up in the dark?
Will these wounds heal?
After all I've spilled?
Will mammas eyes ever read more than sacrifice?
Am I a better man?
Under the same circumstance?
Why do all my moves feel like planting seeds on barren land?
Will my inner child ever get to really shine?
Will I ever know love. Am I worthy of a chance?
Is heaven really up above? Or is this where the story ends?
Is the life that I live just a candle in the wind?
Why's inner peace so hard to reach?
Even when I look... real deep within?
If I dig a little deeper, will I ever find it?
When the shit hits the fan who can I confide in?
Really? Who can I confide in?
When everyone that I know keeps calling me the strong friend?
I am not the fucking strong friend
I got blisters on my feet that ain't even heal yet
From walking on this tattered roads that's still uncertain
I got flesh wounds on my skin that need concealing
From fighting with genes like we playing tekken
I got holes in my soul that need some filling
From pouring out my heart to these unfaithful women
The waiters like is it cash or credit?
And I'm like nigga! Can't you see me venting?
Stumbling on my words like is this Robitussin?
Caught a glimpse of my reflection in the ceiling mirror
This shits embarrassing
I thought we had an understanding
If I'm venting, then you listen
Thought this shits didn't have an ending
Please man keep the glasses coming
Maybe lend an ear? Put your two cents in?
Ionno! Ionno!
Cos Behind closed doors man I'm really drowning
Sitting in the shower I let my fears speak
Evidently
I need a shoulder to help set my tears free
Do you hear me? Do you hear me?
Everyone I let in just ends up leaving
After my therapy after my healing
So many years around the sun, still I'm eclipsed in
The sun is shining but it still feels like it's raining
I don been through the wire just like I'm Avon
Man! this Chip on my shoulder
Yeah! it weighs a ton
From carrying baggage's for folks like I ain't got my own
They probably wouldn't even do the same in return
Like I'm superhuman, like I ain't got no feelings
I am not the fucking strong friend
I got blisters on my feet that ain't even heal yet
From walking on this tattered roads thats still uncertain
I got flesh wounds on my skin that need concealing
From fighting with genes like we playing tekken
I got holes in my soul that need some filling
From pouring out my heart to these unfaithful women
I need some healing! I need some feeling!
I need some healing! I need some feeling!
Asking myself questions before the waiter returns
I let my thoughts spill over the counter, I'm done
But here's another glass
Imma have to tip him for sure
Like
Have I lost the plot?
Am I still on track?
Or Am I just shooting darts
Way up in the dark?
Will these wounds heal?
After all I've spilled?
Will mammas eyes ever read more than sacrifice?
Am I a better man?
Under the same circumstance?
Why do all my moves feel like planting seeds on barren land?
Will my inner child ever get to really shine?
Will I ever know love. Am I worthy of a chance?
Is heaven really up above? Or is this where the story ends?
Is the life that I live just a candle in the wind?
Why's inner peace so hard to reach?
Even when I look... real deep within?
If I dig a little deeper, will I ever find it?
When the shit hits the fan who can I confide in?
Really? Who can I confide in?
When everyone that I know keeps calling me the strong friend?
I am not the fucking strong friend
I got blisters on my feet that ain't even heal yet
From walking on this tattered roads that's still uncertain
I got flesh wounds on my skin that need concealing
From fighting with genes like we playing tekken
I got holes in my soul that need some filling
From pouring out my heart to these unfaithful women
The waiters like is it cash or credit?
And I'm like nigga! Can't you see me venting?
Stumbling on my words like is this Robitussin?
Caught a glimpse of my reflection in the ceiling mirror
This shits embarrassing
I thought we had an understanding
If I'm venting, then you listen
Thought this shits didn't have an ending
Please man keep the glasses coming
Maybe lend an ear? Put your two cents in?
Ionno! Ionno!
Cos Behind closed doors man I'm really drowning
Sitting in the shower I let my fears speak
Evidently
I need a shoulder to help set my tears free
Do you hear me? Do you hear me?
Everyone I let in just ends up leaving
After my therapy after my healing
So many years around the sun, still I'm eclipsed in
The sun is shining but it still feels like it's raining
I don been through the wire just like I'm Avon
Man! this Chip on my shoulder
Yeah! it weighs a ton
From carrying baggage's for folks like I ain't got my own
They probably wouldn't even do the same in return
Like I'm superhuman, like I ain't got no feelings
I am not the fucking strong friend
I got blisters on my feet that ain't even heal yet
From walking on this tattered roads thats still uncertain
I got flesh wounds on my skin that need concealing
From fighting with genes like we playing tekken
I got holes in my soul that need some filling
From pouring out my heart to these unfaithful women
I need some healing! I need some feeling!
I need some healing! I need some feeling!
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Writer(s): Tolu Rufai
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