Used to have friends, but now I got enemies Used to keep 'em close, now they dead to me Used to have friends, now I got enemies Enemies, yeah, so sad
They said I would never get this fa-a-ar Think that we don't see who you are, are, are Laughing to the bank, like ha, ha, ha That's it, I'm just talking too much Blah, blah, blah (Shut the fuck up)
So, where did y'all go When I was shit broke, couldn't even buy smokes Now your mama needs tickets to my stadium show She love it when she hear me on the radio, oh
I know it's hard to swallow your pride Sorry that you can't get over me Now you're out my life, I'm so relieved, I
Used to have friends, now I got enemies Used to keep 'em close, now they dead to me Money tend to show all their tendencies Enemies, yeah, so sad
Sometimes, every time they let me down Sometimes, every time they let me down Used to have friends, now I got enemies Enemies, yeah, so sad
Close to my enemies (Let's go) I need better energy (Huh) When I told you, "Fuck you" You thought I was playin', huh? (Yeah, yeah) But I meant that shit literally She wanted to vibe, but I told her fuck that (Nope) She looked at me like she surprised They're packin' the post and I'm home alone When the box hit the door, they go for 35 I try to put on for my partners They turn into enemies right before a nigga eye You reach for a shake, I'ma hold out a fist Giving a nigga a quarter pound without the fries I just went double platinum with no features Just to show a nigga, I don't really need him Pass a man a plate and he can make it shake It's guaranteed he'll fold And bite the hand that feed him And I know you think that I ain't see it And I know you bitch ain't got a car Don't make me go and buy a bitch a lil' Prius Fuck on the camera, we can call it even Friends are like the autumn, every year they leavin' And I'ma rake 'em in a pile, throw 'em in a bag Tie them bitches up and leave 'em 'Cause most of these niggas are deceiving And I (Ooh)
Used to have friends now I got enemies (Damn) Used to keep 'em close now they dead to me (Ooh) Money tend to show all they tendencies (Damn) Enemies, yeah, it's so sad
Sometimes, every time, they let me down (They let me down) Sometimes, every time, they let me down (They let me down) Used to have friends now I got enemies Enemies, yeah, it's so sad
It's too late to turn this shit around (It's too late) Only held me down when you wanted me to drown It's too late to turn this shit around (It's too late) So don't try and tell me that you're happy for me now
Used to have friends now I got enemies Used to keep 'em close now they dead to me (Dead to me) Money tend to show all they tendencies (Tendencies) Enemies, yeah, it's so sad
Sometimes, every time, they let me down (They let me down) Sometimes, every time, they let me down (They let me down) Used to have friends now I got enemies Enemies, yeah, it's so sad
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Compositores: Austin Richard Post (Post Malone) (PRS), Jonathan Lyndale Kirk (Baby Jesus) (ASCAP), Louis Russell Bell (Lu Balz) (ASCAP), William Thomas Walsh (Billy Walsh) (ASCAP)Editores: Baby Jesus Publishing (ASCAP), April Music Inc (ASCAP), Nyankingmusic (ASCAP), Posty Publishing (BMI), Music Corporation Of America Inc (BMI), South Coast Music Group LLC (ASCAP), Dr Zeuss Music (ASCAP), Wmmw Publishing (ASCAP)Administração: April Music Inc (ASCAP), Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLCPublicado em 2019ECAD verificado obra #24227883 e fonograma #20152175 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM