Who my friends are


I know I’m not the best
I just be me
How many people in the world
Want to see me
They don’t call unless I got something for them
When I Be around they be boring
Want something out my pocket
You want a smoke you want a drink
Ride around while the gas prices make me think
Never was a friend just nothing but space
The worse thing is you lye to my face
Like a clone on the net
Who copy and past
What do you want now steady stalking me
not worried about you got the guards walking me
Calling private on my phone leaving
Messages Very cruel
just leave me alone

Who my friends are

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