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My Friends Video (MV)




Performed By: SteveeHutch
Length: 2:48
Written by: Steven Hutchason




SteveeHutch - My Friends Lyrics




I been free to the weekend
How they easily sleepin on me
Ears to the streets and
All my friends tryna keep it from me
Steadily drinking now I
Cant seem to disembody
Thats real low and the ground is muddy
You dont know better ask somebody
Clap the funky rhythm with some facts
But thats a given how they acting like they with you
But the stats say that they isnt
I'ma stashbox with the writtens
And I wont move
Ima clap off like my vision
But i ride too smooth
Im too true
I used my time to write in highschool to
Liable moves
Had a dream I'd be in fight club 2
Fight some dudes
I want to
Light the mood
Climb the booth
High too soon
High too late
Find the route
Not the way
Haikus rude
I choose too
Write crude tunes
Send right through
Try fruitloops
I'm cuckoo
I'll prove you wrong I'll not lie to you They foo foo
I'm new new
Control like mind voodoo
Lines too loose
Back too tight
Strive to move
Lack appetite
Pile the grooves
Half ass it right
Class actin right
Uh
Pass after my song
Laugh half the night long
Uh
I remember the days
Slightly developed the phase
Catchin me writing and spitting some rhymes while the other kids learning to play
'Cept for the homies with brains

Over the hillside and under the rainbow is where you will find your gold chain
Greater than greats an impossible feat but man I do impossible things
Struggle to make it and if I dont make it at least do have my good name
So much for love when you hearing my music 'cause all I am showing is pain
Show me the rain fall slow
Show me the bank roll no
I do not get it
I was not hard I admit
How would I fit in
Taking my time with the writtens
Had to define what they isn't
Had to define my new self
Most of my music acidic
Meaning it burn through the shelf
That is just not how I sell
How can you tell though
I've seen the good down low
I play the cello
F*ck you what you bellow
Man I hit those notes
F*ck it its frozen
How they be freezing an ocean
How they not listen to "Token"
How they not listen to "Craft"
Act like they book isn't open
And every new cat is trash

I hit those notes
I hit those notes
I hit those notes
I hit those notes those notes
Those notes those notes those notes
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I been free to the weekend
How they easily sleepin on me
Ears to the streets and
All my friends tryna keep it from me
Steadily drinking now I
Cant seem to disembody
Thats real low and the ground is muddy
You dont know better ask somebody
Clap the funky rhythm with some facts
But thats a given how they acting like they with you
But the stats say that they isnt
I'ma stashbox with the writtens
And I wont move
Ima clap off like my vision
But i ride too smooth
Im too true
I used my time to write in highschool to
Liable moves
Had a dream I'd be in fight club 2
Fight some dudes
I want to
Light the mood
Climb the booth
High too soon
High too late
Find the route
Not the way
Haikus rude
I choose too
Write crude tunes
Send right through
Try fruitloops
I'm cuckoo
I'll prove you wrong I'll not lie to you They foo foo
I'm new new
Control like mind voodoo
Lines too loose
Back too tight
Strive to move
Lack appetite
Pile the grooves
Half ass it right
Class actin right
Uh
Pass after my song
Laugh half the night long
Uh
I remember the days
Slightly developed the phase
Catchin me writing and spitting some rhymes while the other kids learning to play
'Cept for the homies with brains

Over the hillside and under the rainbow is where you will find your gold chain
Greater than greats an impossible feat but man I do impossible things
Struggle to make it and if I dont make it at least do have my good name
So much for love when you hearing my music 'cause all I am showing is pain
Show me the rain fall slow
Show me the bank roll no
I do not get it
I was not hard I admit
How would I fit in
Taking my time with the writtens
Had to define what they isn't
Had to define my new self
Most of my music acidic
Meaning it burn through the shelf
That is just not how I sell
How can you tell though
I've seen the good down low
I play the cello
F*ck you what you bellow
Man I hit those notes
F*ck it its frozen
How they be freezing an ocean
How they not listen to "Token"
How they not listen to "Craft"
Act like they book isn't open
And every new cat is trash

I hit those notes
I hit those notes
I hit those notes
I hit those notes those notes
Those notes those notes those notes
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Writer: Steven Hutchason
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