All My Friends

Album: Single release only (2015)
Charted: 5 103
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  • Oh-hoo-hoo

    We open with the vultures, kissing the cannibals
    Sure I get lonely, when I'm the only
    Only human in the heaving heat of the animals
    Bitter brown salt, stinging on my tongue and I
    I will not waiver, heart will not wait its turn
    It will beat, it will burn, burn, burn your love into the ground
    With the lips of another
    Do you get lonely? Sure, I get lonely, sometimes

    All my friends are wasted
    And I hate this club
    Man, I drink too much
    Another Friday night I've wasted
    My eyes are black and red
    I'm crawling back to your bed

    I hate the bar
    Pharmacy addict hit the Wall Street traffic, took the car
    We reinvent the wheel just to fall asleep at it, skrrr
    Crash on the floor, catch the zzz's (uh)
    Poppin' the polar opposite to the NZT (uh)
    Hip-hop and the propaganda say they name brand (name brand)
    But I done seen how the, did my main man (main man)
    The nights we won't remember
    Are the nights we won't remember
    I'll be gone 'til November
    All my city calls me Simba
    Dreams are made for cages, nigga
    Lions are for real, nigga
    Dying is for real, niggas dying off of pills, nigga
    Fridays are for chill and I escaped the treachery
    I just had to rest in peace the recipe
    The rest of us are praying that the sand will leave a tan
    If you're up right now, hope you hear what I'm saying
    Hope you hear what I'm saying

    All my friends are wasted
    And I hate this club
    Man, I drink too much
    Another Friday night I've wasted
    My eyes are black and red (whoo!)
    I'm crawling back to your bed

    Do you get lonely?
    Sure, I get lonely some nights
    When the angels on my shoulder
    Slumber and I'm stuck here with the vultures
    Hissing and circling
    You didn't call me, (call me, call me, call me)

    Ohh, I'm crawling, crawling
    Crawling back to you

    All my friends are wasted (all my friends are wasted)
    And I hate this club
    Man, I drink too much (I drink too much)
    Another Friday night I've wasted
    My eyes are black and red
    I'm crawling back to your bed
    All my friends are wasted (all my friends are wasted)
    And I hate this club
    Man, I drink too much
    Another Friday night I've wasted
    My eyes are black and red
    I'm crawling back to your bed Writer/s: Cass Lowe, Chancelor Bennett, James Alexander David, James David, Oliver Mark Dickinson
    Publisher: I WROTE THIS MYSELF, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 1

  • Akaruhanga Innocent from UgandaThe lyrics are actually darker than the meaning that makes it even more intresting, lastly the vocals are really sounding kind and real
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