The Artist Flower - Friends Like You (In My Prime) Lyrics

There is no excuse
For all the things you do
You made your bed
Now lie in it with all the friends you choose

This is f*cking insane
In the f*cking membrane
Why you gotta be so fake
Get the f*ck up of my stage
You know everybody hates
You over think the things you say
There's no shortage of the state but your bitch ass run away

Yeah

Gess you need to find yourself before you go
Seems like all you want to do is smoke some weed or buy some blow
Dic you ever find your flow

Wile you were on the road
I guess not
Cause I hear the last thing that you wrote

If I jump my boy jumps
If I shoot my man shoots
I got enemies
I don't really need friends like you

If I jump my boy jumps
If I shoot my man shoots
I got enemies
I don't really need friends like you

Pajama sam

Tone them high hats down
Till this base drowns
Out every other speaker around this town

Homie if you can not handle then get out the hammock
I was just tired of you taking advantage
Ask me about my town
Homie I ran it
Pullin up getting some head wile in transit

Got no time I'm a mountain you a mole hill
Amount to nothin. How many record you sold still
I'm just tryin get by
All you do is get high
If you come in my lane
Cause you don't know how to drive

Red wine cabernet

Got no words to define me but Devine
Cause I'm in my prime
I've hit my stride
Im on my grind

You where right this fine life it required time
You always try make money then Lemmy drop a dime

Got no words to define me but Devine
Cause I'm in my prime
I've hit my stride
Im on my grind

You where right this fine life it required time
You always try make money then Lemmy drop a dime

If I jump my boy jumps
If I shoot my man shoots
I got enemies
I don't really need friends like you

If I jump my boy jumps
If I shoot my man shoots
I got enemies
I don't really need friends like you

Friend like you

Smart kid making stupid money
Can't do this shit with just anybody
Smart kid making stupid money
Cruising Mulholland in my red Maserati

Smart kid making stupid money
Can't do this shit with just anybody
Smart kid making stupid money
Cruising Mulholland in my red Maserati

I implore you to listen
Take notes cause this is my lesson
What exactly you tryna teach when you rapping these back confession
Cloud rappers in the intone i'm running the intersections
Stop these f*ckers hand they mother some of that contraception

The differnce between being great, and just making a living
Cool you made on track homie but you forgot the feeling
Lyrics so far unforgiving
Where in the f*ck is my ceiling
Excuse me for being short I'm just busy cutting these ribbons

If I jump my boy jumps
If I shoot my man shoots
I got enemies
I don't really need friends like you

If I jump my boy jumps
If I shoot my man shoots
I got enemies
I don't really need friends like you

Don't really need friends like you