Best Friend
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Yeah, ye...spit my gum out right now...haha
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What up world? Got my inspiration in the studio with me, right?...feelin' good
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Got a lot to smile about, ahaha, talk to y'all niggas...yessur, hey
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[Verse 1]
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My best friend say I'm bottled up, I need a fucking therapist
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But I can't think of nobody I wanna share this with
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Why should I open up on somebody elses carelessness...
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[cork pops] There goes the top, nigga, so here it is
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Mama workin' all day, Daddy out in the streets
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Imagine 10 years old full of doubt and defeat
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Growing up around criminals, with clout and deceit
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My grandma Loucelle used to tell me, you about what you weep
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She used to help me with my homework, addiction-subtraction
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Added faith to my life and doubt got subtracted
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Wanna skip ya mind from crying better learn something, son
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You be beatin' on my couches, why don't you try hit the drums
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Look, oo you see me ma
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They wish they could be me ma
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As I got better, her body was eaten by Luchimia
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Seventh grade, it was cursed and sad
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But the gift within it, was when I first met Chad
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But even Chad could tell you that my Christmas was jinxed
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Cuz grandma Loucelle died on 12-19
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I can't help but wonder, what kind of black cloud I was under
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Cuz 15 years later the other died that summer...bummer
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[Chorus]
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My best friend told me, you be actin' tough, that's fine
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But the weight of the world can really crush one's mind
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So let it out P (what), let it out P (what), let it out P (what), let it out P (what).
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See, you wont even know you hurt sometimes, until you in conversation it comes out in a line so let it
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out P (what), let it out P (what), let it out P (what), my nigga let it out
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[Verse 2]
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Aye yo, 10 21 Atlantis drive, nigga was action packed
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That's Atlantis appartments, we live in half the back
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That's where the 12 year olds there, they wbe flashing crack
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And when they shoot you nigga, they ain't tryna pass it back
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Aye yo, Diggy, Fleet and Marvian can you imagine that?
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The place we love the most, the hood was built to smash us flat
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But I escaped cuz I chased, what made me passion that
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Now I got my skate team and spit these acid raps
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So many niggas will rise
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So many them niggas try
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So many them niggas ended up duck-taped and tied
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So many them same niggas, man they moms eyes cry
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So, they just got older, still on the corner with they pride
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Well let me tell niggas something, I'm so glad you alive
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Long as you got a breathe, a pulse, nigga strive
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Devine intervention this is
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I heard a voice nigga, listen to this
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Jesus will arrange it, but Jesus wont change it
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Hold yourself responsible, on yourself you blame it
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You mad, nigga don't articulate and ??,
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I.E. we best friends, speak best friends language
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I'm a happy nigga, you can't approach me in anguish
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Whoever said anything worth working for would be painless
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Can't be mad at the world cuz you and your girl ain't famous
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Cuz you both on bate, BBC and chainless
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Also your rangless, therefore switch laneless
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Now you brainless, dangerous, cuz you pull out the stainless
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All of sudden you smart, now you do something hainess
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First time you get caught, now your ass is famous
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No longer chainless, and the bus switching lanes is a bad look
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Yo girl with ya man sellin' laneless, Stop
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Nigga rewind and reverese slides 3 times
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Reassess your thinking and trust me it'll be fine
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First picture your goal, and repeat 'It'll be mine'
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Or fuck it nigga, just keep imagine killin' me fine
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Now you, scruntching your face tryna ace attainment
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When you should be tryna find a place to base your shame, nigga
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Success is tangible, don't wait for fame
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I thought you would receive it better if I ain't say ya name
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You unsure of yourself, sit still and think
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Review those actions if it fit, put your name in the blank
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[Chorus]
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Star Track, is who we are [x4]
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Best Friend
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Pharrell Williams |