let's be friends Songtext
von Chris Miles

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This a chainsaw massacre
Yeah, I′m in the ocean where the waves look lavender
Cool people love me but the lames so mad at us
And if they sleeping on me they should take more Adderall
Ya, ya, ya, man, they can never catch us
I been running ever since I heard about a desk job
Sounds like a dada and I kill shit, no Kellogs
I pound on the heavens requesting to meet God
But he's a busy guy
And it is difficult to get this off my mind
I′m just tripping but it's nothing 'cause eventually we die
And that′s a pessimistic way to look at life
Ain′t it crazy, all these people just be preaching like they wise
Couple years older, tryna get my advice
Through a different set of eyes
But we do not see alike
Stupid loser, I just do it for the mic
They don't do it too precise, yeah
They say I′m not advancing
All those kids in school who did not understand me
Think I'm wasting time because they mind is tampered
Watch me cop a mansion on your college campus, whoa
And I would do it just to stunt
Started in the back but we brought it to the front, oh no
I don′t think they got the hunch
Man, you know I go wide on these chumps like, yo
They talking crazy, I don't acknowledge their sentences
Tell her to come and kick it then kick her off of the premises
Tell ′em I'm on a mission to turn these visions to Benjamins
Been the shit for a minute depending on what your interest is
And if you like me, that's cool
Flowing so dirty like public pools
I am not with the authority′s rules
I just live in the forest from Autumn to June
Let′s take a walk to the moon
Wait, actually that would be wack
Why? 'Cause there is no sound up in space
And I don′t think that I would be able to rap
Not in a class, I would be sleeping
These teachers is trash and they teaching me trash
But I puff out my chest and say I don't know nothin′ 'bout your test
If you not the one cutting my checks
What do dummies expect?
Not a masseuse, but I′m coming for necks
I'm a doctor like Seuss when I'm rhyming this sick
Yeah, I got all the juice, you cannot take a sip
Tryna hop out the coupe with a modeling chick
Called a broad to her room, now say I am the shit
That′s the wildest trip, homie I must admit
That I′m tired of this, can you do me a solid and hop off my
Did I forget to say that I'm only 16?
So technically this is rape
But I don′t think you care
And I don't care neither ′cause society is weird
But baby, I'm a little weirder
I′ma hop on my computer
And go shopping for clothes
Oh, you want something? Let me think, no
I'm on the go
Never got time 'cause yeah I′m ′bout to blow
But they already know