Lyrics Boogie – Best Friend (Jamesha, Pt. 2)

I don’t want no next plan
Got shot up in my chest, man and
I don’t want no vest, man ’cause
I just want my best friend, like

You bring them vultures to me
Closed-minded and closed off what was once open to me
See, it don’t matter, I’m on tour, just caught a case, or even space
It ain’t no space that I’m gon’ find somebody closer to me
You see me break these hoes’ heart, I watch you get yo heart broke
Then we meet up to get high and say that shit was all jokes
Too high for me to see you be that one I fall for
Ah, no, we fall back to fall off to fall short
I been on you since ninth grade, oh how the times change
Dove deep and too shallow to see how far your beauty go
Still feel I owe you for them meals that you was cooking
Probably owe you gas money all them times we hit the studio
Swear that I got you, still I feel I’m disconnected these days
You the reason I’m not affected these days, and I promise
I ain’t flexing when you hit me and I read it
I’m just going through some shit, ain’t into texting these days
And these days don’t equal to the secrets in my room
We had no heater, I be trippin’ when niggas say I don’t need ya
It don’t matter if I had no money in my Visa, hear my music in yo speakers
None that shit gon’ ever equal to Jamesha, ’cause

I don’t want no next plan
Got shot up in my chest, man and

Come close these holes, baby
(If you love somebody, you should make sure you tell them)
Come do some soul-saving
(If you love somebody, you should never leave them)
Come close these holes, baby
(I love you, I love you, I love you, you love me, you love me)
Come do some soul-saving
(Thirst 48, Thirst 48, Thirst 48)