My Friends

Let me pull up the lyrics, I can’t remember them
(I’m ready if you are, are you fucking….ready?)
Yeah, I’m ready
(Alright)
(And a 1, 2, 3)

Some people like chicken and some like hugs
My friends like drugs, Yeah my friends
Talkin' 'bout my friends

Some people do dishes and vacuum rugs
My friends do drugs, Yeah my friends
Talkin' 'bout my friends

They always build me up
When I'm broken and bent
Talkin' 'bout my friends
Here til’ the end
When I'm feelin’ down
My soul they will mend
Talkin' 'bout my friends

Some people mix colors in empty jugs
My friends mix drugs, Yeah my friends
Talkin' 'bout my friends

Some people share smiles instead of shrugs
My friends share drugs (and hugs), Yeah my friends
Talkin' 'bout my friends

They always build me up
When I'm broken and bent
Talkin' 'bout my friends
Here til’ the end
When I'm feelin’ down
My soul they will mend
Talkin' 'bout my friends

Some people buy time and creep like slugs
My friends buy drugs, (A lot of drugs) Yeah my friends
Talkin' 'bout my friends

Some people take coffee in fancy mugs
My friends take drugs, (Caffeine’s for pussies)
(Yeah, actually I'll have a coffee too, honestly)
(Oh, duhh, my baddd)
My friends

They always build me up
(Fuck it, god dammit)
When I'm broken and bent
Talkin' 'bout my friends
Here til’ the end
When I'm feelin’ down
My soul they will mend
Talkin' 'bout my friends

Most people are crazy and some are thugs
(Hang on a second)
Fuck them all
My friends are drugs...
(Ohh)
My friends are drugs
My friends are drugs
My friends are drugs