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W.F.F.

W.F.F.

(album: The After Party - 2014)

I dare you to come closer.
I dare you to get close.
I dare you to come closer.
This is making me sick!
Barfff!&!%!*!

I'm done wasting my time.
How can you live like this?

I tried to be your friend,
But you were faking.
After everything we've been through.
I saved you from yourself,
When you had no one else.

Now you walk past me like you don't know me.
But you wouldn't be alive if you didn't call me.

That night when you had no where else to go,
You were crying on the phone,
Sick to your stomach on the floor.
That night when you had no one else to call,
Sick to your stomach on the floor,
You were calling me like, Doctor!
"Doctor! Doctor!"

You're trying to live up to these expectations.
But realize I don't expect a thing.
Just open up a little.
Cuz this ain't riddle.
Spend every minute thinking how you've used me.

Now you walk past me like you don't know me.
But you wouldn't be alive if you didn't call me.

That night when you had no where else to go,
You were crying on the phone,
Sick to your stomach on the floor.
That night when you had no one else to call,
Sick to your stomach on the floor,
You were calling me like, Doctor!
"Doctor! Doctor!"

Broken friendships might be endless.
Take back the time that I said we should end this.
Maybe if we just put this behind us,
Take off these blindfolds, see that we got trust.
You walk past me like you don't know me.
Spending your nights out with all my homies.
Maybe if you just cut out your ego,
Sever the ties, you gave me a reason.

Late last night you asked me nice,
But you burned one bridge,
Double crossed me twice,
Three strikes I'm over it.

That night when you had no where else to go,
You were crying on the phone,
Sick to your stomach on the floor.
That night when you had no one else to call,
Sick to your stomach on the floor,
You were calling me like, Doctor!

That night when you had no where else to go,
You were crying on the phone,
Sick to your stomach on the floor.
That night when you had no one else to call,
Sick to your stomach on the floor,
You were calling me like, Doctor!
"Doctor! Doctor!"

Worst. Friends. Forever.

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