VERSE ONE (MORE OR LES):
If you've got real peeps on your side, hold 'em down
hold 'em close when their whole world’s going up in smoke.
No amount of Bullshit can interfere wit’ your folks.
But what if doubt creeps in and all’o’dat becomes a hoax?
That’s the crux of the matter - team effort - or it shatters.
Can't be one-sided where one guy'll get the data
and the other learns nothing. That's enough to make you sadder.
Got a crisis, other guy gives no thought to talk? What a pattern
too unhealthy to continue. Wanna help, but you got
not much left in you after jobs, after stress.
Can't accept friends who want it all and can't express
understanding when you explain you're not their awesomest
option for a parent. You be sharing news. Be daring to
Keep caring, you be erring through wearing y'heart on your sleeve.
Need to put yourself uno. Do know there's a difference
between "selfish" and "self care."
They don't get the problem, it's just theirs.

CHORUS (ICE THA ONE):
We used to be friends, but it had to end.
No starting again, or making amends
will fix what is bent. Our chance came and went.
We used to be friends. We used to be friends.

VERSE TWO (LES):
Why's a grown-ass man need to have mad rants 'bout every
happenstance out loud at mans, I have no clue but
this is not something I thought I'd ever have to sleuth up, like
some cop murder mystery, need to be solved by Luther. The
plot thickening is a friendship that's become sickening when I
see you on the net fretting 'bout biz you have no business in.
Working hard ta manufacture shit, like a startup -- never
should'a started. I'm departing before I get caught up, be-
come a target, become a scapegoat. I take note, where
before I paid no attention to your insane quotes. It's
megalomania you're displaying now and it ain't no
good look assuming anyone's looking. A crook took
My time away, his name used to be "my friend" And he
might try to lay the blame on me. But that depends on your
POV. Don't feel I need to show him more respect when he's shitting
on everyone's neck. So why should I be sticking mine
out? Yo, I'm out.

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VERSE THREE (LES):
Still down to ride or die and don't know why,
Like, you had good times, but the times flown by?
Now the shit talk is heavy, and the vibes so light
On real love and fun, that you're done, so you try
not to give two fucks 'bout these fucks ‘cause their life
is the one you don't wanna lead, wanna heed. Oughta leave
their asses behind, but you might feel like
an asshole for the role that'll you play. But advice
that you give yourself is based on good instincts - if shit stinks,
It's best to flush it, cause it won't get better with time.
If you would hold a grudge, I trust, you wouldn't pepper your mind
with hesitation. If elation's what you feel at the slight
idea of being dolo, it's time to let all these schmoes go.
I'd rather be opposing a person than fight my own soul.
I've played that game before, and everybody loses at it.
Dude’s a habit needed kicked, and shit don't have to be dramatic
it's just over.

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