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letra de old friends - part time cooks

[verse 1: saul goode]
i just tried to write some sh-t up on some happy
sh-t but f-ck that sh-t cuz i ain’t happy now
i must tried about a billion times to come
nicely f-ck you now cuz now happy hour
you gon pay the full price til mine go down
i won’t call ya back and i won’t fly ya mail
couple friends a bad chick who fine as h-ll
that’s all i need it’s just that and saliva
don’t know what caused the pain or what it was
maybe the fighting and yelling and such
stayed getting high my guy l!ckin on blunts
i just wanted acceptance and someone to love
the same one i was with night they had me in cuffs
was the same one who tried to put knife in my guts
that divided the crew but none of us grew up
i was drinking so much that i sh-t myself once
nowadays got other vices i’m dealing with
powerplays blocked up by others’ opinions
sorries go out to like all of my women friends
can’t find the line where the love ends and hate begins
know i need faith but align the atheists
stroll through the these streets feel like i am an alien
instead of coin rather love that they pay me in
play me and i’m at ya place with a bayonet
fit with the vision
you don’t it’s incisions i’m sick with division
a rhythm a tick cuz i’m sick in a kitchen
i’m l!cking on fingers and d-ckin a chicken
never again will i give em additions if don’t u subtract sh-t when sh-t i’m in trenches
if this all u all witnessed then quit with the mentions

[hook: saul goode]
i’m sorry to my old friends i don’t keep in touch
don’t take this here the wrong way i ain’t givin up
i’m laid up with this work
don’t think it it’s just the summer
ain’t try to see you hurt
but i’ll be gone til november

[verse 2: black moss]
my brother knows thats i dont call enough
he pray i call before the coroner
my wifey says my boy is growing up
why dont you spend the day both of us
like these when i see a friend how the conversation start? sorry dawg i forgot to check the messages
like see everybody go and change once they get a bit of fame black moss be the same what the difference is
i’m always at the office
contemplating trading all the options
player making moves the profit
you know i can’t afford to break a promise
promise to my first born son i’ma never see you starving
im losing friends
friends i made back when i had a benz
now this sh-t making a lot of sense
people walk out when the movie ends
you know people walk out when the movie ends
i hope they know they not up in the credit
then
i tried to reconcile but it was evident
i got way too much pride to be trying to beg
i made some lemonade
married to my dreams until i get a piece
i need the pie i got a family to feed
i’m sorry if your ego will not let you see
if there was giving up to do it wasn’t me

- part time cooks

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