F.R.I.E.N.D.S

We born a single soul but we keep searching on for more,

No dividing, united at least that's what I was told,

But you lied and I'm tired I swear this shit gets old,

And fighting relighting candles that are broke,

Chase money fill our hunger on the way we lose our souls,

Constant circle like some shackles gotta get more bold,

Life been on its period lately commas keep it going,

Been going with these dollars lately money give me hope,

I can't pretend that I ain't a mess,

oh I can't,

All these new places with new faces,