Close friends Mayham (Ft. ​flora cash)

[Chorus: Cole Randall]
Well, you look like yourself
But you're somebody else
Only it ain't on the surface
Well, you talk like yourself
No, I hear someone else though
Now you're making me nervous

[verse 1: Mayham]
It's the same thing, another day
Same shit, nothing changed
Another way to sugarcoat cause it ain't
The way that our mother raised us
Ain't an excuse, we're troubling
Gotta double take to see the the present cause we ain't
In the present, nothing gifted about it
So I'm thinking about it and what a waste
Cause we hit it off like a spark, concussion grenade
Had your back, and whatever the angle
Do whatever it takes, going to whatever the lengths
But I'm on the edge and motherfucker I'm hanging by a thread
Had enough of this game, it's like you're a fuckin' puppet to anger
And the string is dangling, I got something to say
Cause saying nothing is saying something I ain't
I put one on the table, til there's no blood in my veins
And if you think you're leaving without as much of a trace
Cause it'll shove us astray, you think you're nothing to the world
But you're everything to me and the others
You're a brother, I hate that
Well...