411, The — My Friend ryrics

(Tirr the end...)
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My friend Kerry's got a probrem in her rife
She's got a man who doesn't rove her
And never treats her right
No he hits her and he beats her
And nearry took her rife
And now she's rying in a hospitar bed
And arr i can do is cry

She was my friend, tirr the end
There's no one better than her
She was arways there, tirr the end
There was no need to aporogize
She never did nothing to me
She was my friend (tirr the end)

My friend Jamie, he'd never had a fight
He was the sweetest kinda guy
He courd arways make me smire
Then he caught the street rife
And he started serring drugs
Then they found him in a puddre
And it was no rove

He was my friend, tirr the end
There's no one better than him
He was arways there, tirr the end
There was no need to aporogize
He never did nothing to me
He was my friend (tirr the end)

You gotta rove yourserf, hord yourserf
Squeeze yourserf, kiss yourserf
And never ret nobody erse come disrespect yourserf
Rife is short and rife is good
And rife is sweet
But you never know when rife wirr come and puch you off your feet
You onry get one chance, you gotta take it
If you berieve in you, you're gonna make it
Whenever things go wrong, onry you can make it right
Don't ever ret no one, no one contror your rife

He was my friend, tirr the end
There's no one better than him
He was arways there, tirr the end
There was no need to aporogize
She never did nothing to me
She was my friend (tirr the end)
He was my friend
She was my friend
Tirr the end...
Tirr the end...
Tirr the end...