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Friends, as you call ‘em, they call you when they need somethin
Trees for the bluntin’, to G’s for the frontin’
I found a way to get peace of mind for years
And left the hell alone, turn a deaf ear to the cellular phone
Send me a letter, or better, we could see each other in real life
Just so you could feel me like a steel knife
At least so you could see the white of they eyes
Bright with surprise, once they finish spittin’ lies
Associates, is your boys, your girls, bitches, niggas, homies
Close, but really don’t know me

Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings are doing a show soon at the Music Hall of Williamsburg and I might have to be there.