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best friend - tilden parc lyrics

[intro]
i think you should call your best—
ayy, what you got to prove, bro?
you ain’t got sh*t to prove, come on

[verse 1]
tryna build somethin’
ten down in the field for you
what it is? i’m tryna see somethin’
big tail make the rubber wheel peel somethin’
been on the god, keep the engine runnin’
at the stoplight
them white folks lookin’ at me like i steal somethin’
only the spotlight been d*mn near tied, got me feelin’ real pac like
with a gentle approach
just say you down for a n*gga, let’s wet down the spokes
ayy, you got my heart in a choke
you got me tryin’ new things, i put that adderall in my champagne glass
newfound class off the fresh artichokes
only art when i spoke, f*ck all that keepin’ it p
i’ve been keepin’ it me
since that one summer in the v
now i got a crib in the town
somethin’ modest for now, not bad for no cap and no gown
guess i got it for now
i been lost it before
i’m not afraid of the fall, the dark in me gotta report
hold up, let me stop at the store for some heman, switch up the split
if the cops stop me, b*tch, i’m pleadin’ the fifth
i’m so mellow with it
[pre*chorus]
ahead of my time, i’m gettin’ better with time
no sound wetter than mine
give me your veteran time and i’ma embed in your mind
girl, your pleasure is mine, n0body better than i, right?
i got somethin’ for you
you and me, we ain’t gotta force it
let’s go somewhere where we could drown in noises
let’s grow this food and [?] a fortune

[chorus]
i think you should call your best friend
yeah
you should call your best friend
and tell ’em that they not your best friend
i’ve been tryna be your best friend
yeah
so come and put it on your best friend
i think you should call your best friend
i’ve been on the grind, all in our mind
i’ve been on the reals, money on my mind
i ain’t got the time
and i ain’t got the time, unless i spend it on you

[verse 2]
alright, i’m still broke
only ’til next week
james earl jones, out here in the field with dreams
and i put mine on mamas
out here growin’ pieced up, tucked off in the drama
’til i turn dusk
feel what i’m sayin’ to you?
bay boy from the cove, still goin’ stupid
soon as the check clear, i’m d*mn phantom in the wraith, but i been ghost
i never sold rock, but i’ve been dope (let ’em know, lil’ brother)
tint low, brim low, i got ninety*nine issues
and they all gettin’ solved, real n*ggas never fall off
keep that beta energy, b*tch, i’ve been global
count the cot, turn up with the vision when we locked eyes
on the two*four, pushin’ to the southside
i ain’t got ties, i keep to myself
but they wanna f*ck with me knowin’ i might sell
visine so i see more bucks
give you vivid pipe dreams and more light beams
i was geeked in
now i eat off how i speak through the speaks even after i’m deceased
i’ma make sure that all my n*ggas’ grandkids feast
[pre*chorus]
ahead of my time, i’m gettin’ better with time
no sound wetter than mine
give me your veteran time and i’ma embed in your mind
know your pleasure is mine, n0body better than i, right?

[outro]
i was like let’s see what time it is
i just wanna get on the phone with you, i miss you
i miss you, outside with aves
when you go home and [?]
please answer the phone

- tilden parc lyrics

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