Don't call me "lover" or a "best friend",
Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest
You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha
I'm spitting out the dirt from the hurt, and ending your hurrah/
Beach on the weekend
I may not be your best friend
It’s not a game, hold your dame
Never over, an ending, that's just lame.
We're goin' straight to the ending
There ain't no telling
Searching thru a never ending loop of keys, all for different locks..
I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops
Talking about a friend, of a friend
I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end
Bitch, they call it motor city
Friend after friend left me
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