Ribs

You're the only friend I need (you're the only friend I need)
Sharing beds like little kids (sharing beds like little kids)
And laughing 'til our ribs get tough (laughing 'til our ribs get tough)
But that will never be enough (but that will never be enough)
You're the only friend I need (you're the only friend I need)
Sharing beds like little kids (sharing beds like little kids)
And laughing 'til our ribs get tough (laughing 'til our ribs get tough)
But that will never be enough (but that will never be enough)

There has never been enough for a young nigga
I paint a picture of the pain I'm illustrating with a pen
I articulate the way that I've been feeling through the words
Lyrics deep enough for any shallow mind to be submerged
I emerged as a mothafucking poet, describe the plight of the people
Departed from all the evil, defeated by the deceitful
Depleted minds of the feeble that juxtapose the position
That composition the prequel, you ready for the sequel
I wanted to provide a vibe they can imagine
They finally pay attention when a mothafucka rapping
Asking why the hell that nigga spazzing
He hyperventilate and barely breathing like it's asthma
Then get up on a track and attack it in a way you couldn't fathom
But imagine that my intuition was never intuitive
I try to stay away from all these fucking opportunists
They just wanna take advantage of the dream that I'm pursuing
Now with the way that I spit it, Imma set it apart
I give 'em everything I got, even a piece of my heart
I'm living out a pipe dream that isn't getting me far
I'm just an average mothafucka with a whole lot of ambition
My confidence is deficient, imagine in my position
Envisioning propositions of powerful promiscuity
Money women and jewelry, fallacy not confusing me
It's all a fabrication, the status of your desire
A company is compliant, so money is multiplying
Instead I remain defiant confided within the craft
Complying with regulations with practice and preservation
How practical you would think with your constant procrastination
That you was destined for greatness
The only thing that's real is the work ethic and effort
The patience and dedication to be remembered forever
But 'til the moment I reach it, I'm working to make it better
Creating the perfect record, goddamn

You're the only friend I need (you're the only friend I need)
Sharing beds like little kids (sharing beds like little kids)
And laughing 'til our ribs get tough (laughing 'til our ribs get tough)
But that will never be enough (but that will never be enough)
You're the only friend I need (you're the only friend I need)
Sharing beds like little kids (sharing beds like little kids)
And laughing 'til our ribs get tough (laughing 'til our ribs get tough)
But that will never be enough (but that will never be enough)

I want 'em back (I want 'em back)
The minds we had (the minds we had)
How all the thoughts (how all the thoughts)
Moved 'round our heads (moved 'round our heads)
I want 'em back (I want 'em back)
The minds we had (the minds we had)
It's not enough to feel the lack
I want 'em back, I want 'em back, I want 'em

Imma kill it with the poison of a venomous scheme
Something that you never seen, what I spit is methamphetamine
A medic in to set a scene, I'm tryna lead supporters of the subpar
Thus far every single song that I'm hearing is depressed
And I'm guessing there's a recession of the honesty and passion
To make a lasting impression
I finally realized I provide a proper etiquette
My purpose on the earth is rhyming synonyms and predicates

The drink you spilt all over me
'Lover's Spit' left on repeat
My mum and dad let me stay home
It drives you crazy, getting old
The drink you spilt all over me
'Lover's Spit' left on repeat
My mum and dad let me stay home
It drives you crazy, getting old