Well I been in it for the ride but this roller coaster been insane
Your ex-flame he been lame, now we stuck on that friend thang
Talk about bad timin' 'cause you always wit' your other man's
Then I find my other girl. Bounce back like rubber bands
This the chronicles of chronic L's
My life like an open book
I ride around, write how I feel
Super high, still I ain't fell
Why the hell you tattle tale
I see you workin' that cool breeze
Try'na blow my major plans, but inside you can't fool me
All her problems fictional
Gave her the eviction note
Keep on preachin' reverend
Rev it till your engine blow
I said I wouldn't do it over if i had the chance
Would I love her back? Cuz she want me bad
Well you can find me where the wind blows
So f*ck how you feelin'
Got me slowin down the tempo
Oh
But I ain't know we more than friends though
No
What we are, we are, we are
Well that's what we are, we are, we are
What we are, we are, we are
Girl whatever we are, we are, we are
What we are
Whatever we are
Well that's what we are
I see you girl with that fat ass
In the clouds, no atlas
Now at last, she outlast
I locate and we out fast
Had to blink my eyelash and eyelid to validate what's in my face
And before I knew she lose her outfit
Uh
Presume my movements
I be groovin', usin' all i know
Come get wrapped up with a player
Got her fallin' for the type of fantasies of storybooks
And collard greens, livin' life through all the means
This the chronicles of chronic L's
My life like an open book
I ride around write how I feel
Super high, still I ain't fell
Got the purple. Don-a-tell
Turtle time, it's a sure sign
Turntables and turpentine, that hard wood gon' hurt your spine
Floor moppin'
We door shoppin', got more options, like bring it all
Turn around now drop it low
When you ain't up give me a call
I'm a tell her I deposit on those money bags
Would you love me back
'Cause I want you bad
Well you can find me where the wind blows
So f*ck how you feelin'
Got me slowin down the tempo
Oh
But I ain't know we more than friends though
No
What we are, we are, we are
Well that's what we are, we are, we are
What we are, we are, we are
Girl whatever we are, we are, we are
What we are
Whatever we are
Well that's what we are
What we are
What we are
Is what we are
Beedie - Friend Zone Lyrics
Beedie - Friend Zone Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Well I been in it for the ride but this roller coaster been insane
Your ex-flame he been lame, now we stuck on that friend thang
Talk about bad timin' 'cause you always wit' your other man's
Then I find my other girl. Bounce back like rubber bands
This the chronicles of chronic L's
My life like an open book
I ride around, write how I feel
Super high, still I ain't fell
Why the hell you tattle tale
I see you workin' that cool breeze
Try'na blow my major plans, but inside you can't fool me
All her problems fictional
Gave her the eviction note
Keep on preachin' reverend
Rev it till your engine blow
I said I wouldn't do it over if i had the chance
Would I love her back? Cuz she want me bad
Well you can find me where the wind blows
So f*ck how you feelin'
Got me slowin down the tempo
Oh
But I ain't know we more than friends though
No
What we are, we are, we are
Well that's what we are, we are, we are
What we are, we are, we are
Girl whatever we are, we are, we are
What we are
Whatever we are
Well that's what we are
I see you girl with that fat ass
In the clouds, no atlas
Now at last, she outlast
I locate and we out fast
Had to blink my eyelash and eyelid to validate what's in my face
And before I knew she lose her outfit
Uh
Presume my movements
I be groovin', usin' all i know
Come get wrapped up with a player
Got her fallin' for the type of fantasies of storybooks
And collard greens, livin' life through all the means
This the chronicles of chronic L's
My life like an open book
I ride around write how I feel
Super high, still I ain't fell
Got the purple. Don-a-tell
Turtle time, it's a sure sign
Turntables and turpentine, that hard wood gon' hurt your spine
Floor moppin'
We door shoppin', got more options, like bring it all
Turn around now drop it low
When you ain't up give me a call
I'm a tell her I deposit on those money bags
Would you love me back
'Cause I want you bad
Well you can find me where the wind blows
So f*ck how you feelin'
Got me slowin down the tempo
Oh
But I ain't know we more than friends though
No
What we are, we are, we are
Well that's what we are, we are, we are
What we are, we are, we are
Girl whatever we are, we are, we are
What we are
Whatever we are
Well that's what we are
What we are
What we are
Is what we are
Your ex-flame he been lame, now we stuck on that friend thang
Talk about bad timin' 'cause you always wit' your other man's
Then I find my other girl. Bounce back like rubber bands
This the chronicles of chronic L's
My life like an open book
I ride around, write how I feel
Super high, still I ain't fell
Why the hell you tattle tale
I see you workin' that cool breeze
Try'na blow my major plans, but inside you can't fool me
All her problems fictional
Gave her the eviction note
Keep on preachin' reverend
Rev it till your engine blow
I said I wouldn't do it over if i had the chance
Would I love her back? Cuz she want me bad
Well you can find me where the wind blows
So f*ck how you feelin'
Got me slowin down the tempo
Oh
But I ain't know we more than friends though
No
What we are, we are, we are
Well that's what we are, we are, we are
What we are, we are, we are
Girl whatever we are, we are, we are
What we are
Whatever we are
Well that's what we are
I see you girl with that fat ass
In the clouds, no atlas
Now at last, she outlast
I locate and we out fast
Had to blink my eyelash and eyelid to validate what's in my face
And before I knew she lose her outfit
Uh
Presume my movements
I be groovin', usin' all i know
Come get wrapped up with a player
Got her fallin' for the type of fantasies of storybooks
And collard greens, livin' life through all the means
This the chronicles of chronic L's
My life like an open book
I ride around write how I feel
Super high, still I ain't fell
Got the purple. Don-a-tell
Turtle time, it's a sure sign
Turntables and turpentine, that hard wood gon' hurt your spine
Floor moppin'
We door shoppin', got more options, like bring it all
Turn around now drop it low
When you ain't up give me a call
I'm a tell her I deposit on those money bags
Would you love me back
'Cause I want you bad
Well you can find me where the wind blows
So f*ck how you feelin'
Got me slowin down the tempo
Oh
But I ain't know we more than friends though
No
What we are, we are, we are
Well that's what we are, we are, we are
What we are, we are, we are
Girl whatever we are, we are, we are
What we are
Whatever we are
Well that's what we are
What we are
What we are
Is what we are
Writer: Brian Green
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid