| The Chunks Of America
Hanging around all the wrong friends Wasting my life away this needs to come to an end Before I spit on my own grave Look what I've become, there's nothing much I can save Before I completely spoil These so called friends I have, not nearly loyal Don�t live up to expectations Self loathing conceited peoples fixations About themselves They only care about themselves Inside their minds there's dying cells They only care about themselves I think i've finally found out Who my true friends are and what true friendships about Over the previous summer I found my two best friends, dumb and dumber First comes a girl named Slothy Hangs out at Rams Horn, drinking her coffee Then along came the G Spot Intelligence level high? No I think not They make me Completely happy Just to be me They see what I see Playing tennis for the first time We sucked so much, couldn�t hit it in between the lines Then that day came I won the bet You were my slave, I know i'll never forget How that started our friendship So much in common, I knew that we had to fit Watching movies late at night My first true friend, everything seemed so right Late at night I was so drunk I told you all about my latest funk You helped me get through all the shit Late at night we'd talk and I'd sit Right by you, you told me everything The one thing that true friendship brings I'm so glad I met both of you Without you, I wouldn�t know what to do |
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