All My Friends (Explicit)

All My Friends (Explicit) - Snakehips/Tinashe/Chance the Rapper

Written by：Oliver Dickinson/James David/Cass Lowe/Chancelor J Bennett

Tinashe:

We open with the vultures kissing the cannibals

Sure I get lonely when I'm the only

Only human in the heaving heat of the animals

Bitter brown salt stinging on my tongue and I

I will not waiver heart will not wait its turn

It will beat it will burn burn burn your love into the ground

With the lips of another

'Til you get lonely sure I get lonely sometimes

Both:

All my friends are wasted

And I hate this club

Man I drink too much

Another Friday night I wasted

My eyes are black and red

I'm crawling back to your bed

Chance the Rapper:

I hate the bar

Pharmacy addict hit a Wall Street traffic took the car

We reinvent the wheel just to fall asleep at it skrrr

Crash on the floor catch the zzz's

Popping the polar opposite to the NZT

Hip hop and the propaganda say they name brand

But I done seen how the xan did my main man

The nights we won't remember

Are the nights we won't remember

I'll be gone 'till November

All my city calls me Simba

Dreams are made for cages n***a

Lions are for real n***a

Dying is for real niggas dying off of pills n***a

Friday's are for chill and I escaped the treachery

I just had to rest in peace the recipe

The rest of us are praying that the sand will leave a tan

If you're up right now hope you hear what I'm saying

Hope you hear what I'm saying

Both:

All my friends are wasted

And I hate this club

Man I drink too much

Another Friday night I wasted

My eyes are black and red

I'm crawling back to your bed

Tinashe:

Do you get lonely

Sure I get lonely some nights

When the angels on my shoulder

Slump my head

I'm stuck here with the vultures

Hissing and circling

You didn't call me call me call me call me

I'm crawling I'm crawling crawling crawling back to you

Both:

All my friends are wasted

And I hate this club

Man I drink too much

Another Friday night I wasted

My eyes are black and red

I'm crawling back to your bed

All my friends are wasted

And I hate this club

Man I drink too much

Another Friday night I wasted

My eyes are black and red

I'm crawling back to your bed