Friends Turn To Strangers

We was cool
Young dumb broke
We was out here skipping school
We was for the thrill
Got me high up the moon
Life got me feel All these ways
I've been torn
Kick my ass hard
Gat me weeping on the floor
She say she don't miss me
She don't miss me anymore
How we go from friends
No we ain't even talk now
I ain't never said
Never asked your ass for much now
Fuck you for the road
I need that stress relief
Can't hold me down
Woahhh
Can't stop the grind
So please don't slow it
They be sleeping they don't
Wanna see me win now

We was cool
Young dumb broke
We was out here skipping school
We was for the thrill
Got me high up the moon
Life got me feel All these ways
I've been torn
Kick my ass hard
Gat me weeping on the floor
She say she don't miss me
She don't miss me anymore
Feeling you
Feeling like I'm spiritual
If you gat my addy
When you slide
Let me get into you
This is my prepositions
Got the key
Under the mattress
If she wanna fuck, one time
That's my mistress
I don't want no bitch
That gon give any kind of stress
Feel like Ja Morant because
I'm shooting outside the court
Baby I don't wanna leave your ass
I wanna be with you
Naa baby I just gat some grind in the way
If you wanna get me
Baby get some time in the day
I've been waiting waiting
I ain't even waste my time baby
Oh why



Credits
Writer(s): Abel Okafor
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