Making Friends Songtext

Biv

von Dead Luxury

Making Friends Songtext
Bitch give me a minute
I ain't never need forgiveness, don't come round my set to visit
Boy don't speak without permission, I got reasons why I'm distant
Fuck the business, fuck the business
Show that pretty lil face
You can hide from what you ain't
Holy Motherfuckin sake, percentage of the fake
Can't escape they self hate, what's ya rate?
You want more than you can take
Bitch what I say
No new friends, I sit 10 toes down because I can
Mistake me once, but don't again
All this talk of Badland
You fuckas need a friend
Somethings gotta end
Either my life or yours instead
Stickin with the system
Stick to victim cause it's easy livin
All the thoughts a given
Trust me when you listen
All my friends is different
We don't like the way you skippin
You step bro caught up in ya fuckin mission
Still been automatic
Fuck the status, keep my pockets flockin out my jacket
Stack ya fabric, that boy bummy fashion, funny how they matching
Fuck ya problems, I ain't askin
Run your shit
Seen this world get crumbled quick
Your claim to fam be fathered in
Speak your conscience till we pullin in
Pussies got no problems then
Bitch go make a friend or make some bands
Come correct, come take ya chance
Love myself so I talk
Speak the wealth, they don't walk
Talk the smoke, they don't want
Bitch boy hit the block
Stomp that bitch out, mozeltoff
Stomp that bitch out, mozeltoff

Run, run, rabbit run, bitch boy run it up
Run, run, rabbit run, bitch boy run it up
Run, run, rabbit run, bitch boy run it up
Run, run, rabbit run, bitch boy run it up
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, rabbit run, bitch boy run it up
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, rabbit run, bitch boy run it up