DEAD FRIENDS

[Coro]

Friends

Just for all my dead friends

Still riding slide with dead friends

Just for all my dead friends

Still getting high with dead friends

[Verso 1]

I don't really got no more

I lost a lot of real niggas a long time ago

I lost some to the melt, some to the blow

But a lot of my homies was suicidal though

Trying to shake out these demons

When they see us in the street, they have heaters

I ain't saying I'm disagreeing, but get money

Brig good times and good times bring you and I peace

Fuck peace, we don't rest in peace, that shit weak

I'm picking up all the dead bodies and taking it with me

I'm fighting like a rockstar with strippers deceased

I got coupe, I got lord, I got boot ride with me

And nigga we sliding, still riding

Box shavin' like the nineties

Still black cape and honeycomb hat

And you know it's still here, Chris Vak and bitch

[Coro]

Friends

Just for all my dead friends

Still riding, sliding with dead friends

Just for all my dead friends

Still getting high with dead friends

[Verso 2]

Man, I really, really miss my partners, man, man, man

I wish I could call them up and be like, man, man, man

Ay man, you would never believe

The models that fought for the bottles in your VIP

All standing together crying, saying R.I.P

And the one that love you the most say, I wish it was me

She was the one you used to tell me, do whatever you want

I'm in the funeral, I smell like Tom Ford in the blood

The conniver was moving lava, she sat right in the front

And she was so damn scrumptious, so damn scrumptious

Had the deacon and the preacher and me uncomfortable

Hey boy, keep it clear to the E.N.D

At Heaven Gate, you gon' probably take I.D

And charge Parkin and Doe Field, G.O.D. and that's it

(Coro)

Friends

Just for all my dead friends

Still riding, sliding with dead friends

Just for all my dead friends

We're still getting high with dead friends Just for all my dead friends