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Friends Video (MV)




Performed By: fredcrewneck
Length: 2:05
Written by: Fred Smith IV




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Let's talk a bout friends, the beginning of the end
They pick pocket, then ya girl friendly wit ya mans
Less wrist watching, hoping that you could provide the ends
Do we all turn enemies in the end, naw
I mean I get rough with my dawgs
And we argue of course, that's the obstacle course
Made it out the slums, so we can a smile not forced
I just wanna run, I just wanna conquer the north, dawg
Mind open, I've been chosen
I just wanna make sure that my time hasn't been frozen
Even though i wouldn't really mind if it reloaded
I don't want a handicap, really, I'm beastmoding
I can see the fear, let me tell you how he's molded
How the people closest always covered and and all golden
You can say the friends that he made are all potent
And they rub off on each other, they all soldiers
I be feeling why they do me like that
Tried to put me in a box, like I'm Schrodinger's cat
Holding me back, never will I only react
Fine bro, give me a weapon, I'll go and attack
Rolling it back, seeing if my time is in tact
Looking at facts, please homie send a fax
Let me look at your credentials
Let me speak curses on holier instrumentals
Check you in, cause you're mental
Everything around it that involves y'all
Trash talk, gawking at women because we that off
Back off, I don't want anything that you cats tossed
Hats off, this a soliloquy, this is CrasH talk
Big dog, we steady barking regardless
Anti social, big heavy guitar kids
Stage presence is anything but awkward
With friends, we can't be anything but awesome
Friends, those the ones looking out for you in the end
Memories, and really build bonds like band
I don't understand how you do not understand
The ones, closest to you, yeah I'm talking bout
Friends, those the ones looking out for you in the end
Memories, and really build bonds like band
I don't understand how you do not understand
The ones, closest to you, yeah I'm talking bout
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Let's talk a bout friends, the beginning of the end
They pick pocket, then ya girl friendly wit ya mans
Less wrist watching, hoping that you could provide the ends
Do we all turn enemies in the end, naw
I mean I get rough with my dawgs
And we argue of course, that's the obstacle course
Made it out the slums, so we can a smile not forced
I just wanna run, I just wanna conquer the north, dawg
Mind open, I've been chosen
I just wanna make sure that my time hasn't been frozen
Even though i wouldn't really mind if it reloaded
I don't want a handicap, really, I'm beastmoding
I can see the fear, let me tell you how he's molded
How the people closest always covered and and all golden
You can say the friends that he made are all potent
And they rub off on each other, they all soldiers
I be feeling why they do me like that
Tried to put me in a box, like I'm Schrodinger's cat
Holding me back, never will I only react
Fine bro, give me a weapon, I'll go and attack
Rolling it back, seeing if my time is in tact
Looking at facts, please homie send a fax
Let me look at your credentials
Let me speak curses on holier instrumentals
Check you in, cause you're mental
Everything around it that involves y'all
Trash talk, gawking at women because we that off
Back off, I don't want anything that you cats tossed
Hats off, this a soliloquy, this is CrasH talk
Big dog, we steady barking regardless
Anti social, big heavy guitar kids
Stage presence is anything but awkward
With friends, we can't be anything but awesome
Friends, those the ones looking out for you in the end
Memories, and really build bonds like band
I don't understand how you do not understand
The ones, closest to you, yeah I'm talking bout
Friends, those the ones looking out for you in the end
Memories, and really build bonds like band
I don't understand how you do not understand
The ones, closest to you, yeah I'm talking bout
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Writer: Fred Smith IV
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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