Better Frens
I don't wanna dance
I don't wanna dance
I don't wanna dance
I don't wanna
Like I'm pushin my purpose
I'm passing my purpose
I pass it I'm nervous, to give it and go
I'm in my Birkin, with death on me flirting
I'm writing my prose
Striking a pose
I'm on a Vogue
I'm alone
Remember lost my brother in October and I ain't even know
Remember getting calls in August from a caller unknown
Like, I ain't pick up the phone
I got a bone to pick with skeletons
Thats in my closet, am I all for the profit?
Or just a piggy bank for relevance
But y'all don't even fucking care for me like veterans
Huh
Could I find me some better friends
Remember i would try to put my hand out and checkin in
But wasn't ready then, to hear that you was takin medicine
That wasn't for you, your heart stopped
And basically I just ignored you
Could never stand the thought of another friend dead
So told myself that you was better off with better friends
No calling or talking
I let the phone ring
One more thing
Keep on baggin the product, yall don't even know me
I keep on spillin my problems, yall not my homies
Feel like I'm better with out, all of the OZs
I'm stackin bottle on bottle, somebody hold me
Huh
I guess that's what I get
If y'all really be bout it, you gotta show me
They only fuck with the profits, that shit aint holy
They thinking I am the one, nigga I'm Obi
Huh
All you niggas don't know me, same
I love my niggas, my people gon be paid
All of my sons, you niggas gon behave
Dunk on you bitches, just like its '03 Wade
I don't wanna dance
I don't wanna dance
I don't wanna dance
I don't wanna
I don't wanna dance
I don't wanna dance
I don't wanna
I don't wanna dance
I don't wanna dance
I don't wanna
I don't wanna dance
I don't wanna dance
I don't wanna
Its funny like, you lose someone and even if you guys haven't seen each other in years its just, it hurts. It hurts. Whether you're looking up or down or whatever the fuck you doing, if there's anything after this man fuck it ima see you there man. Ima see you there.
Rent's Due, say what it do
You can fucking call me if you really need proof
I got all this truth leaking out my pencil
Can't you fucking tell that another Rents Due
Rents Due, yeah we been the truth
I don't wanna dance
I don't wanna dance
I don't wanna
Like I'm pushin my purpose
I'm passing my purpose
I pass it I'm nervous, to give it and go
I'm in my Birkin, with death on me flirting
I'm writing my prose
Striking a pose
I'm on a Vogue
I'm alone
Remember lost my brother in October and I ain't even know
Remember getting calls in August from a caller unknown
Like, I ain't pick up the phone
I got a bone to pick with skeletons
Thats in my closet, am I all for the profit?
Or just a piggy bank for relevance
But y'all don't even fucking care for me like veterans
Huh
Could I find me some better friends
Remember i would try to put my hand out and checkin in
But wasn't ready then, to hear that you was takin medicine
That wasn't for you, your heart stopped
And basically I just ignored you
Could never stand the thought of another friend dead
So told myself that you was better off with better friends
No calling or talking
I let the phone ring
One more thing
Keep on baggin the product, yall don't even know me
I keep on spillin my problems, yall not my homies
Feel like I'm better with out, all of the OZs
I'm stackin bottle on bottle, somebody hold me
Huh
I guess that's what I get
If y'all really be bout it, you gotta show me
They only fuck with the profits, that shit aint holy
They thinking I am the one, nigga I'm Obi
Huh
All you niggas don't know me, same
I love my niggas, my people gon be paid
All of my sons, you niggas gon behave
Dunk on you bitches, just like its '03 Wade
I don't wanna dance
I don't wanna dance
I don't wanna dance
I don't wanna
I don't wanna dance
I don't wanna dance
I don't wanna
I don't wanna dance
I don't wanna dance
I don't wanna
I don't wanna dance
I don't wanna dance
I don't wanna
Its funny like, you lose someone and even if you guys haven't seen each other in years its just, it hurts. It hurts. Whether you're looking up or down or whatever the fuck you doing, if there's anything after this man fuck it ima see you there man. Ima see you there.
Rent's Due, say what it do
You can fucking call me if you really need proof
I got all this truth leaking out my pencil
Can't you fucking tell that another Rents Due
Rents Due, yeah we been the truth
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Writer(s): Jerry Joseph
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