chillin with my friends Lyrics – FLEAMARKETMEDIA

chillin with my friends Lyrics by FLEAMARKETMEDIA

Say i don’t wanna blow up
I’m just tryna get my bread so i don’t gotta show up
To this job i f#cking dread
And if you hear me say what?

Yeah id rather be in bed
Or chillin with my friends
Or chillin with my friends
Say i don’t wanna blow up

I’m just tryna get my bread so i don’t gotta show up
To this job i f#cking dread
And if you hear me say what?
Yeah id rather be in bed

Or chillin with my friends
Or chillin with my friends
Chilling with my friends like all summer
With the flea market trynna get awesomer

Trynna shoot videos with all color yea all color yuh aye
Been living my life through a filter
Hottest summer, feeling winter
Modest wonder, paint the picturе

Hardest stutter, spitting scriptures
Scripturеs
Scrolling through my phone looking at my pictures
Looking at last summer,damn we had so much fun

Don’t wanna blow up, just wanna be the one
Just wanna be the one, wanna show you that you can do it
Trynna show my friends, trynna show my fam that i can do it
Trynna be the man wit it

Say i don’t wanna blow up
I’m just tryna get my bread so i don’t gotta show up
To this job i f#cking dread
And if you hear me say what?

Yeah id rather be in bed
Or chillin with my friends
Or chillin with my friends
Say i don’t wanna blow up

I’m just tryna get my bread so i don’t gotta show up
To this job i f#cking dread
And if you hear me say what?
Yeah id rather be in bed

Or chillin with my friends
Or chillin with my friends
I let her call me bart
Cause she knows that i’m a simp son

Ain’t f#cking with no asain girls besides london tipton
Money that’s my vision
In her pantaloons is my mission
That coochie is delicious

And her boyfriend is suspicious
Yeah i say her boyfriend is suspicious
I butter her it like a biscuit
Im her sancho her mistress

I used to be on that wishlist
Now i’m coming over cause she missed this
And i got her feeling all that bliss sis
She tell everyone i’m that b#tch sis

And she real keen about it too
She be telling her home girls exactly what we do
She throwing doja cat in the background
Thinking ohh she real cute

Quoting “you right”
Singing “i got a man, but i want you”
I want you
She wanted you

I’ve known her since the eleventh
When we were 1,5,1,7
I thought you came down from the heavens
Two years later; we’re so broken

Chillin with my best friends
The only difference is
I know they got me
I know they love

While i can’t tell what’s going on with you
Find the best thing to pursue
Keep on playing these games, we’re through
I got better things to do

By staying in my room
See
See
Say i don’t wanna blow up

I’m just tryna get my bread so i don’t gotta show up
To this job i f#cking dread
And if you hear me say what?
Yeah id rather be in bed

Or chillin with my friends
Or chillin with my friends
Say i don’t wanna blow up
I’m just tryna get my bread so i don’t gotta show up

To this job i f#cking dread
And if you hear me say what?
Yeah id rather be in bed
Or chillin with my friends

Or chillin with my friends
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chillin with my friends