Friend Song from 3:21 by Mr. Davis
Tracklist
| 2. | Friend Song | 2:13 |
Lyrics
This place it speaks to me, or it could be drugs?
These walls; open portals, I'm swimming through that creek.
And I'm high as fuck, but so fucking what?
I'm a good Dad, I've been working a lot.
And I don't see my friends as much as I'd like to though,
but those Packwood dudes know that we're more than just friends on Facebook.
Can I get a ... (bunch of woahs)
We'll never, not be friends. Hey, can't I just pretend?
This place is a rotting Hell,
it comforts the skin,
to know you are welcome,
to be buried in friends.
And It's kind of like home,
only minus the beer.
Mutual friends of friends you don't talk to anymore,
do I even really know anyone here?
And I don't see my friends as much as I'd like to though,
but those Packwood dudes know that we're more than just friends on Facebook.
Can I get a (bunch of woahs)
We'll never, not be friends. Hey, can't I just pretend?
