Apollo Brown - Things I Should've Told My Friends lyrics

[Hook] Things I, should've told my friends Thought we all saw it and, knew how this would end, yet again Ending wasn't ever understood Word to k**ing everything we could, and pray we're good Things I, should've told my friends Thought we all saw it and, knew how this would end, yet again Ending wasn't ever understood Word to k**ing everything we could, and pray we're good [Verse 1] In love with living like a song of mine But know that living off the love is only borderline And the lines left to get across to get you more could get you lost So they said to bring a cross like they was talking lines Mapping out the most heinous of a way in And you bottle your emotions like a weigh in And waving at the thought of what they see in us, never really being us Like we was saying hi but it was leaving us The couple that believe in us is looking like the pair that we can stand on And standing on your word is all that's left to put your hands on My hands was on the wheel but we forgot to bring the cross So all the lines that they was talking 'bout was more than what we thought Pray to God that he forgive us and he f** with us the long way Cause we just want the room screaming Stronjay, "Stronjay!" Word to all the Jacqueline's and all that we've attracted and The fear that forgiveness ain't the only thing that matters and It turns into the... [Hook] [Verse 2] And I'm perceived as sorta making it Toast to all the imagery and all of the mistakes in it Seeing is believing til you seen reciprocating it Taught to hold the mirror up and never look away from it And given what it means and everything that you can take from it Holding out to try to find their place in it And placing us with all the same motives but the motives got a way with us Shame how they be lifting up away from us And loyalty of standing with your day ones, banners with your a1's Nike gloves rolling hand in hand with where you came from Finger prints smeared, ambition in the air Hands twitching and you drifting off the rhythm of despair Cause we grew up the same but I had a couple ringers Like my pops ain't never leave and my moms did every scene So the story we was shooting stayed similar indeed But my ending might've shifted even more than we perceived On a long list of... [Bridge] The kid who moms had 2 jobs while she was raising him His pops got his hands dirty Tryna make a way for him Outside looking more alluring everyday to him Swear to God all of this could've went either way with him, right? Cause street dreams are made of these Your heroes push Beamers, Rovers and AMGs A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a ki' Everybody is looking for something Street dreams are made of these With shorties on their knees for Louboutin's and Celine Who am I to disagree? Everybody is looking for something