Old Friends - Ben Rector

Another red letter day So the pound has dropped And the children are creating The other half run away Taking all the cash And leaving you with the lumber Got a pain in the chest Doctors on strike What you need is a rest It's so easy now 'Cause you've got friends you can trust Friends will be friends When you're in need of love They give care and attention Friends will be friends When you're through with life And all hope is lost Hold out your hand Cause friends will be friends Right to the end Now it's a beautiful day The postman delivered A letter from your lover Only a phone call away You tried to track him down But somebody stole his number As a matter of fact You're getting used to life Without him in your way It's so easy now Cause you got friends you can trust Friends will be friends When you're in need of love They give you care and attention Friends will be friends When you're through with life And all hope is lost Hold out your hand Cause friends will be friends

Huh, what you doing? Where you been? Where you going, you with your friends? I don't like them, I'm just saying They ain't right and I can see it Not one of them gotta man Not one of them gotta plan Not one of them fuckin with you Not one of them drive a Benz Every one of them tried to fuck me But I can't let you be embarrassed Why the hell you at the club with them when we can be in Paris? Why the hell you go outside I'm tryna fuck girl start a family You can be with me while I'm locked in here tryna make this Grammy Oh yeah, baby I'm the man, you know that The bitches with you meh, you know that Come be with your man, don't go back They're fucking up our plans, shit We can be in Paris, shit Hoes they come in pairs n shit Them hoes some embarrassments It's a supercharged Grand Cherokee That n*gga drive a Nissan come and get you I embarrassed him I've been in the lab tryna get us in, don't ask me where I've been They ain't ready for this life we live girl I can't let em in Girl you match my fly the same designer you got letterman I let you go away with them every time but baby never again I can open you up restaurants, Jamaican, Mexican I don't need you hanging out with bitches that you better than And I don't need you hanging out at all that's something you better than I'm serious I ain't hating on no bitch that's something I never did I'm curious Why they got you outside hanging with them _? I'm furious If I ask you girl don't tell me that's your brother dem Like period If I ask you girl don't tell me that you got What you doing? Where you been? Where you going, you with your friends? I don't like them, I'm just saying They ain't right and I can see it Not one of them gotta man Not one of them gotta plan Not one of them fuckin with you Not one of them drive a Benz Every one of them tried to fuck me But I can't let you be embarrassed Why the hell you at the club with them when we can be in Paris? Why the hell you go outside I'm tryna fuck girl start a family You can be with me while I'm locked in here tryna make this Grammy

La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La Load me up Load me up like a gun Let me in kick me out hit and run You crash my car you wreck my life for fun I'm crawling back I thought that I was done Taking shots in the dark no chase I let it burn love the way that it tastes If beggin' for it's crazy I'm insane I would let you walk all over me Be the one you call when you're high and lonely Tell me why you're so damn hard to please I know there'll be hell to pay But I keep shooting anyway Ricochet La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La Got your hand on my back I'm your puppet You pull the strings and I hate that I love it You cut me down just to watch how I fall for you You take it then you leave it Leaving me in pieces Cus' you know that I need it La La La La La I would let you walk all over me Be the one you call when you're high and lonely Tell me why you're so damn hard to please I know there'll be hell to pay But I keep shooting anyway Ricochet La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La Ricochet La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La I would let you walk all over me Be the one you call when you're high and lonely Tell me why you're so damn hard to please I know there'll be hell to pay But I keep shooting anyway Ricochet La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La Ricochet La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La Ricochet

Oh-oh no, oh-oh no Oh-oh no, oh-oh no You said, "Hey, girl, will you sit with me? Table in the back of Cafeteria C? We can be friends if you want to be But only 'til the clock hits three After lunch, we can walk to class Talk about the boys that we want to smash Talk about ways to get a little more cash After that I'll ignore your ass", oh The hassle, the fighting, they all want a bite of me Photos, more photos and gossip 'bout hoes that they don't know Oh, they talk shit though I don't want no lunchbox friends, no-oh I want someone who understands, oh, oh, no Come to my house, let's die together Friendship that would last forever, no-oh No lunchbox friends, no-oh No lunchbox friends Come to my house, let's die together Friendship that would last forever, no-oh No lunchbox friends, no-oh No lunchbox friends Come to my, come to my Friendship that would last forever They want a fat ass in the brand new jeans Want a baby in the back with the man of their dreams That isn't the life for me I don't look like a fucking damn Barbie Throw it on TV, people have high expectations of me Wanna be my best friend, then judge me If I smoke a little weed, makes no fucking sense to me The hassle, the fighting, they all want a bite of me Photos, more photos and gossip 'bout hoes that they don't know Oh, they talk shit though I don't want no lunchbox friends, no-oh I want someone who understands, oh, oh, no Come to my house, let's die together Friendship that would last forever, no No lunchbox friends, no, oh No lunchbox friends Come to my house, let's die together Friendship that would last forever No-oh, no-oh, no-oh, no-oh Come to my house, let's die together Friendship that would last forever No lunchbox friends, no-oh No lunchbox friends Come to my, come to my Friendship that would last forever, no No-oh, no-oh, no-oh Come to my, come to my Friendship that would last forever No lunchbox friends, no-oh No lunchbox friends Come to my, come to my Friendship that would last forever

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour