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letra de all my friends - b.k.p.

[tinashe]
we open with the vultures, kissing the cannibals
sure i get lonely, when i’m the only
only human in the heaving heat of the animals
bitter brown salt, stinging on my tongue and i
i will not waiver, heart will not wait its turn
it will beat, it will burn, burn, burn your love into the ground
with the lips of another
til you get lonely, sure i get lonely, sometimes

[tinashe]
all my friends are wasted
and i hate this club
man i drink too much
another friday night i’ve wasted
my eyes are black and red
i’m crawling back to your bed

[b.k.p.]
smoking in the car
purposely hypocrites smoking a diseased free stick, here we are
i’ve attempted to stop my bad habit cause i’m d-mn addict, skrrr…
crash on the floor, catch the zzz’s
smoking whoever’s blunt it is not caring bout a thing
drug spot chilling in atlanta was my main plan
but i done seen how shrooms did my main man
so many nights i don’t remember
all the nights i wasn’t together
i started smoking in october
all my fam called me a joker
as a teen i went through change, nigga
life comes in phases, nigga
dying is for real, niggas so addicted that it k!lls, nigga
tuesday’s are for chill and i embraced all the memories
i just had to complete my destiny
i remember when i was breaking down mentally
if you’re blazing right now, hope you hear what i’m saying
hope you hear what i’m conveying

[tinashe]
all my friends are wasted
and i hate this club
man i drink too much
another friday night i’ve wasted
my eyes are black and red
i’m crawling back to your bed

[tinashe]
do you get lonely?
sure i get lonely some nights
when the angels on my shoulder
slump my head
i’m stuck here with the vultures
hissing and circling
you didn’t call me, call me, call me, call me…
i’m crawling, crawling, crawling back to you

[tinashe]
all my friends are wasted
and i hate this club
man i drink too much
another friday night i’ve wasted
my eyes are black and red
i’m crawling back to your bed
all my friends are wasted
and i hate this club
man i drink too much
another friday night i’ve wasted
my eyes are black and red
i’m crawling back to your bed

- b k p

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