Best Friends* Rod Wave (Ft. Drake)

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[Chorus: Rod Wave]
Uh, catchin' dope shelves, avoidin' pain
Young nigga, gotta tool on my stain
Playing cases, I can't [?] them
That's how you get them a [?]
Young nigga, I had it hard
Tryna make a lot of that rain
The rain, the rain, the rain, the rain

[Verse: Rod Wave]
White tee, blue jeans and a fitted cap
I had lost myself, I'm tryna keep me back
I made some mistakes, I'm paranoid
You tryna get me back
I wrote you later baby girl 'cause I sent it back
And I'm standing on a coach, full of them drugs
Like meech, I might fall in love in this world
Let's play, one night turned into four years
Tell me, on the floor, droppin' [?]
Growings up no fun but we can't be forever young
Before I let you go, I stand outside of your window with my radio
Best friends, best friends

[Refrain: Rod Wave]
Best friends they become strangers
Best friends, they become dangerous
Even best friends gotta end sometime, sometime
Even best friends gotta end sometime
Even best friends gotta end sometime