Old Friends Lyrics

Lost in my bed

Lost in my ways

And im lost in the traffic storm

Maybe I'm better

Maybe I'm better

Maybe I'm better for

Maybe it's a metaphor

Baby what you mad at me for

You should see the lottery pull

I take yours and maybe you can take mine

Baby you can take yours and maybe i can get high

We can get high and maybe some on some weed

And maybe we can get by and maybe smoke on some trees

Making it yours making me plea and now I'm making the plans

I know you came around i know you making the plans

And i know you're seeing your man i know you're seeing your man

Your man gets to see your face and all i see are wounds

Making mistakes and now you're making me crooked

Making it cooked it and now you're making it raw

Singing this song I'm hoping we get along

Wish you would know you slept with everybody

You used to serve everybody

You used to serve everybody

And everybody knew about it

Maybe I'm insane

Maybe I won't believe myself

Maybe I won't believe myself

Maybe I won't believe myself

Believe myself

Believe myself

We were never worry baby

All the memories we shared in autumn

All the people that we left in autumn

Remember babe we almost crash the car

Driving down, down to Starbucks

And the coffee y'all were on em

We were talking about the future or what we do but

But where did you go we can't talk no more