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shloob ft taylor - 3,4 DAYS (prod. 2forwOyNE)

A letter to a friend.
Written and recorded for those that needed to hear.

Lyrics:
You got way too famous
Remember you was aimless
Told me on that call you’d fucking do it then you made it
I’m so fucking proud of you but I can’t even say it
Cuz I’m jealous and I hate it
Bitch I’m jealous and I hate it
Had a talk with the old homies they keep saying that you ain’t shit
I get where they speaking from, I just don’t want face it
Took a blunt I faced it
Took a blunt I face it
Took a blunt I face it
Took a blunt I- damn
You was in my Top 5
Then you in my Top 10
Then you in my Top 5
Treat you like my best friend
Thought you was my best friend
Thought you was my- damn
It’s funny how you meet the wrong people at the right time
Funny how you meet the wrong person say the right line
Used to talk like everyday, now it’s all on your time
Now it’s all on no time
Fuck it now it’s showtime (applause)
Is it the money, or the fame?
Got a brand new car, brand new friends, brand new name
Tried to establish contact but that shit ain’t the same
Ain’t even tell me happy birthday, but miss me everyday?
(you miss me every day)
Does that make any fuckin sense?
But you miss me everyday.
And I’m just one call left away
If I hit the dirt, can you bury me in gravee?

Part 2:

I miss you... I want us to be okay

I strike, you strike, we fall? I fall.
Diamonds dripping on me I got lean up on the Eiffel
I kinda do miss her and at times I do regret it
How she independent?
Got a name up on her pendant
I strike, you strike, we fall? I fall.
Diamonds dripping on me I got-
Yuh, I strike, you strike, we fall? I fall.
Diamonds dripping on me I got
You can move along but don’t move on too far away-
You can move along but don’t move on too far away
Hear it in my voice you can’t see it in my face
Damn I missed my intersection but I had the right of way
Red cola in my cup
Blue pills, green bucks
Black cars, black clothes, black guns, get fucked.
Red cola in my cup
Blue pills, green bucks
Black cars, black clothes, black guns, get fucked.
Need a one way ticket to get out your fucking head
I’m like ### with that tec
Don’t want you I want the check
Don’t want clout I don’t want friends
I don’t need that pain again
Put some money in they mouth they gone switch up to the feds
Fuck
Everything changes and that sucks
Gravee shit
S/o gang s/o @f3arme

im sick of my own friends.

S.I.C.

Shloob

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