FRIENDS - BLAISE MOORE

Liquorice and liquor

Taste of your tongue got me feeling never sicker

Rolling Golden Virginia

I got the paper

That orange packet Rizla

Put your hands on me in the elevator, yeah

No, don’t fall in love, he a panty chaser yeah

I ain’t got no love for you

But you can be my friend

Boy, you can be my friend

You can be my friend

Boy, you can be my friend

I ain’t got no time to lose

But you can be my friend

Boy, you can be my friend

You can be my friend

Boy, you can be my

Liquorice and liquor

Now he’s singing bout a bout a bitch named Layla

Tell me, where did she came from?

Do you love her?

Do you trust her?

Tell me, did you fuck her?

Drivin' 'round the city in your Audi

Sayin' let’s go back to yours 'cause it’s too crowded

But really your intentions were to get me into bed

Yeah, you want to hear me say your name fucking louder

I ain’t got no love for you

But you can be my friend

Boy, you can be my friend

You can be my friend

Boy, you can be my friend

I ain’t got no time to lose

But you can be my friend

Boy, you can be my friend

You can be my friend

Boy, you can be my

Liquorice and liquor

Thoughts in my brain turned me to a fucking killer

Boy, I’m writin' murder

If I see her body, I’m not sorry, Imma catch her

I’m tryin' to be good

Bet you wish a bitch would, it’s too late for him oh

It’s just that you knew this

And still I went through this

Still think that I’m clueless?

The fuck you thought?

I ain’t got no love for you

But you can be my friend, friend, friend, friend, friend

You can be my friend

Boy, you can be my friend

I ain’t got no, got got no you

But you can be my friend, friend, friend, friend, friend

You can be my friend

Boy, you can be my friend