Friendzone

[Verse 1: Gavlyn]

Feeling you since back in the day

Should've took a chance when it came my way

Hate to sound cliche

Half of the time don't know what to say

I choke up

And every joke I say I crack up

I'm shaking notice you're far from blind

I see you ignore it

It's so bold

It's growing a sense I'm in a friendzone quick

A second ago you were looking at my tits

And you touched my hips it was not accident

You want these curves

It's all yours

It's you I adore

But you close the door

I'm like before

Never too sure what it is

I'm gonna keep throwing them hips till you let me hit

See you fucking on white chicks, end up bored

You need a Latina to settle the score

With a strong mind

And seen how you grind

And doesn't even [?] your time

I leave you alone when you're in your zone

Beat your backbone, you slouch and stuff

Search your [?] you're not aware of such (whoa)

But I'm really wet I wanna feel your touch

[Chorus: Anderson Paak]

Head over heels and still you misunderstand

I'll let you know if, when I need a friend

We gon' smoke but never hold my hand

I'll let you know if when i need a friend (yeah)

[Verse 2: Anderson Paak]

Still I'm the one that look like a douche bag

Or a nigga with his do-rag, (too tight)

Am I wrong because when you left

We still had booze left

Two grams of kush left

Now you goose-necking

What's that for

See I'm being disrespectful

And we ain't even nothing special (hey)

Every time we chat it's a group text

Every time we play it's a team sport

Never told you what this D do

Never asked you how that P work

And you bought a nigga shoes and shit

But I just thought that's because you were cool as shit

You're the only one with a whip

How you gonna trip now

Don't do that shit (don't do that shit)

In the meantime

The three-way was a green light

We was supposed to film it

Instead said this don't feel right

When you got real hype

And you more like the chill type

Not the type to catch feelings

Or at least that's what you said when we was building

[Chorus: Anderson Paak]

Head over heels and still you misunderstand

I never said I was any different

We gon' smoke but never hold my hand

I never said I was any different