- Votes:
- Composer:
- Pharrell L Williams
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
- Rnb
- Soul
 
- Tags:
- rap
 
- See also:
Pharrell - Best Friend lyrics
Yeah, ye, spit my gum out right now
 What up world? Got my inspiration in the studio with me
 Right, feelin' good, got a lot to smile about
 Talk to y'all niggas, yessur, hey
 My best friend say I'm bottled up, I need a fucking therapist
 But I can't think of nobody I wanna share this with
 Why should I open up on somebody else's carelessness
 There goes the top, nigga, so here it is
 Mama workin' all day, Daddy out in the streets
 Imagine 10 years old full of doubt and defeat
 Growing up around criminals, with clout and deceit
 My grandma Loucelle used to tell me, you about what you reap
 She used to help me with my homework, addiction, subtraction
 Added faith to my life and doubt got subtracted
 Wanna skip ya mind from crying better learn something, son
 You be beatin' on my couches, why don't you try hit the drums
 Look, you see me ma, they wish they could be me ma
 As I got better, her body was eaten by Leukemia
 Seventh grade, it was cursed and sad
 But the gift within it, was when I first met Chad
 But even Chad could tell you that my Christmas was jinxed
 'Cuz grandma Loucelle died on twelve nineteen
 I can't help but wonder, what kind of black cloud I was under
 'Cuz 15 years later the other died that summer, bummer
 My best friend told me, you be actin' tough, that's fine
 But the weight of the world can really crush one's mind
 So let it out P, what, let it out P, what
 Let it out P, what, let it out P, what
 See, you won't even know you hurt sometimes
 Until you in conversation it comes out in a line
 Let it out P, what, let it out P, what
 Let it out P, my nigga let it out
 Aye yo, okay, 10 21 Atlantis Drive, nigga was action packed
 That's Atlantis apartments, we live in half the back
 That's where the 12 year olds there, they be flashing crack
 And when they shoot you nigga, they ain't tryna pass it back
 Aye yo, Diggy, Fleet and Marvian can you imagine that?
 The place we love the most, the hood was built to smash us flat
 But I escaped 'cuz I chased, what made me passion that
 Now I got my skate team and spit these acid raps
 So many niggas will rise, so many them niggas try
 So many them niggas ended up duck-taped and tied
 So many them same niggas, man they moms eyes cry
 So, they just got older, still on the corner with they pride
 But let me tell niggas something, I'm so glad you alive
 Long as you got a breathe, a pulse, nigga strivePharrell - Best Friend - http://motolyrics.com/pharrell/best-friend-lyrics.html
 Divne intervention this is
 I heard a voice nigga, listen to this
 My best friend told me, you be actin' tough, that's fine
 But the weight of the world can really crush one's mind
 So let it out P, what, let it out P, what
 Let it out P, what, let it out P, what
 See, you won't even know you hurt sometimes
 Until you in conversation it comes out in a line
 Let it out P, what, let it out P, what
 Let it out P, my nigga let it out, okay
 Jesus will arrange it, but Jesus won't change it
 Hold yourself responsible, on yourself you blame it
 You mad, nigga don't articulate in Sanskrit
 I.E. we best friends, speak best friends language
 I'm a happy nigga, you can't approach me in anguish
 Whoever said anything worth working for would be painless
 Can't be mad at the world 'cuz you and your girl ain't famous
 'Cuz you both on bait, BBC and chain less
 Also your range less, therefore switch laneless
 Now you brainless, dangerous, 'cuz you pull out the stainless
 All of sudden you smart, now you do something hainess
 First time you get caught, now your ass is famous
 No longer chain less, and the bus switching lanes is a bad look
 Yo girl with ya man sellin' laneless, stop
 Nigga rewind and reverse slides 3 times
 Re-assess your thinking and trust me it'll be fine
 First picture your goal, and repeat 'It'll be mine'
 Or fuck it nigga, just keep imagine killin' me fine
 Now you, scrunching your face tryna ace attainment
 When you should be tryna find a place to base your shame, nigga
 Success is tangible, don't wait for fame
 I thought you would receive it better if I ain't say ya name
 You unsure of yourself, sit still and think
 Review those actions if it fit, put your name in the blank
 My best friend told me, you be actin' tough, that's fine
 But the weight of the world can really crush one's mind
 So let it out P, what, let it out P, what
 Let it out P, what, let it out P, what
 See, you won't even know you hurt sometimes
 Until you in conversation it comes out in a line
 Let it out P, what, let it out P, what
 Let it out P, my nigga let it out, okay
 Star Track is who we are
 Star Track is who we are
 Star Track is who we are
 Star Track is who we are















