(Dallas Austin, Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes)
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What about your friends
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What about
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What about your friends
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What about what about
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Every now and then I get a little crazy
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That's not the way it's supposed to be
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Sometimes my vision is a little hazy
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I can't tell who I should trust or just who I let trust me (yeah)
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People try to say I act a little funny
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But that's just a figure of speech to me
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They tell me I changed because I got money
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But if you were there before then you're still down with me
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Chorus:
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What about your friends will they stand their ground
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Will they let you down again
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What about your friends are they gonna be low down
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Will they ever be around or will they turn their backs on you
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Well is it me or can it be I'm a little too
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Friendly so to speak hypothetically
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Say I supply creativity to what others
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Must take as a form of self-hate
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Only to make an enemy
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Which results in unfortunate destiny
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They dog me out then be next to me
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Just cause I am what some choose to envy
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Every now and then I get a little easy
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I let a lot of people depend on me
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I never though they would ever deceive me
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Don't you know when times got rough I was standing on my own
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I'll never let another get that close to me
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You see I've grown a lot smarter now
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Sometimes you have to choose and then you'll see
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If your friend is true they'll be there with you
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Through the thick and thin
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Chorus
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Friends...
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Let you down again....
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Be low down...
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Well get giggly boogly
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I'm attack it like a seizure
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I got rhymes at my leisure
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Time when I need ta
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With T to the L to the C
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What I be sayin'
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Gettin' loose on this track
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With underground is where I'm stayin'
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So hip hip hooray organizers comin' in
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Own a friend like the OJ
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But what about your friends to the end
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Will they run on out his eagle
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Or you'll find 'em stickin' close to your side
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Like a big bunch of fiends
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Six now the groupies drinkin' water
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I get real funny so you'd better hide your daughter
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Oh buddy oh pal oh chump friend of mine
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Say you're close like ketchup
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A virgin that's right you call me Bruce Lee right
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Bite the styles that we make
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And gives me enough respect for this funky remix
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One one thousand two one thousand three one thousand blitz
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Now the rabbit felt blue so I gave the nigga Trix
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Cuz I was his friend wasn't down for the bickin'
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You called me a friend we're seven about to takin'
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Take a tickin' keep on lickin' why you dippin' we're the border
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You said you'd be down for richer for poorer but
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O-U-T-K-A-S-T ain't no change so TLC go head and sang baby
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Yo is it me
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L to the E-F-T-E-Y-E (a ha ha)
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Or can it be I am a little too
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Friendly so to speak hypothetically
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Say I supply creativity to what others
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Must take as a form of self-hate
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Only to make an enemy
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Which results in unfortunate destiny
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They dog me out then be next to me
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Just cause I am what some choose to envy
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Brrrrr.....ba ba ba
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Back up
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This ya wicked remix
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Come down wicked sing
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Rewind with em aya
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Chorus
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Chorus
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People say I act a little funny
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I wouldn't change not for no money
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I'll be a friend as long as you're a friend to me (yeah, yeah)
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Even though I might seem easy
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It don't give you no cause to deceive me...
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What About Your Friends (Extended Remix)
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