Beleaf - Old Friends lyrics

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Beleaf - Old Friends lyrics

[Intro: John Givez] (Old friends, old friends sat on their park bench like bookends Old friends, old friends) We ride 'til we die It's okay we will try Used to stay on my mind, bye Old friends (old friends, old friends sat on their park bench like bookends) (Old friends) old friends [Verse 1: Ruslan] Dear old friend That was here where first started, back Back packin' the day before and we went to ask for an autograph Me and you were the same hustle, same baller, the same track Came from the same trap, wish we had stayed on the same path Why we have to end up this way Wish we could take it back to eighth grade Wish I could take it back to high school Life then seemed some what delightful So carefree, no therapy, no real drama inheritably We thought we were free We were so dripping and conquered in this world we thought we were livin' [Hook: John Givez] (Old friends) We ride 'til we die It's okay we will try (old friends) Used to stay on my mind, bye (sat on their park bench like bookends) Old friends (Old friends) old friends [Verse 2: John Givez] It was sad life or die [?] That was all you and I knew Graduated elementary stuck in a middle of a trip to high school And your daddy was a [?] and minister Your daddy caught a case and they had [?] Like daddy on his knees for you to sit on 'em Talking how life was a cinema I'm feeling like I lost you Heard you trappin' outta Alabama I know you heard about me chasin' after my dreams, I was [?] call your grandma and tell her you were in good hands I know the Lord, He got a good plan I'm praying that you hear Him call you And when I'm in your city I'm follow through My old friends [Hook] [Verse 3: Beleaf] Back in the days when I was younger You was wearin' off on the road we was all like friends, yeah, distant cousins, that's how we all got along I remember when your mama pa**ed, got the call, held mam tight, cried all night I remember walking through Park Heights, I was like 12 holdin' my bu*terfly knife, bu*terfly And you were flown away But I ain't mad at you [?] with the ball playin' by the name of Rudy Gay What do I say I never want to be rude, disrespect or dis you I just want you to know old friend I miss you [Hook] (x2) [Bridge] The round toes, the high shoes (x7) [Outro] Yo Beleaf what's up It's Joshua Wynne from Ireland here I just want to say your flow, your style, your artistry and delivery is just phenomenal, it's incredible, and you've easily became one of my favourite artists So listen whenever you decide to drop this album In your own time, just know I'll be first in line So uhm keep working and your label is definitely not in vain and can I just leave you with an Irish saying it's go n-eiri an, good luck and may you succeed, God bless, bye