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steveehutch - my friends lyrics

verse 1:

i been free to the weekend
how they easily sleepin on me
ears to the streets and
all my friends tryna keep it from me
steadily drinking now
i can’t seem to disembody
thats real low and the ground is muddy
you don’t know better ask somebody
clap the funky rhythm with some facts but thats a given
how they acting like they with you but the stats say that they isnt
i’m a stashbox with the writtens
and i won’t move
ima clap off like my vision
but i ride too smooth
i’m too true
i used my time to write in highschool too
liable moves
had a dream i’d be in fight club 2
fight some dudes
i want too
light the mood
climb the booth
high too soon
high too late
find the route
not the way
haikus rude
i choose too
write crude toons
send right through
try fruitloops
i’m cuckoo
i’ll prove you wrong i’ll not lie to you
they foofoo im newnew
control like mind voodoo
lines too loose, back too tight
strive to move, lack appetite
pile the grooves, half -ss it right, cl-ss actin right, uh
p-ss after my song
laugh half the night long
uh, i remember the days
slightly developed the phase
catchin me writing and spitting some rhymes while the other kids learning to play
‘cept for the homies with brains

verse 2:

over the hillside and under the rainbow is where you will find your gold chain
greater than greats an impossible feat but man i do impossible things
struggle to make it and if i dont make it at least i do have my good name
so much for love when you hearing my music ’cause all i am showing is pain
show me the rain, fall, slow
show me the bank, roll, no
i do not get it
i was not hard i admit
how would i fit in
taking my time with the writtens
had to define what they isn’t
had to define my new self
most of my music acidic
meaning it burn through the shelf
that is just not how i sell
how can you tell though, ive seen the good down low
i play the cello, f-ck you what you bellow man i hit those notes
f-ck it it’s frozen
how they be freezing an ocean
how they not listen to tokens
how they not listen to craft
act like they book isnt open
and every new cat is trash

i hit those notes (x3)
i hit those notes, those notes
those notes, those notes, those notes

- steveehutch lyrics

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