Don't Wanna Be Friends - Rah Howard

I don't ever wanna be someone who will never recognize themself I don't ever wanna be someone hollow from the inside out This could be all we've been looking for This could be all we've been waiting for Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh I don't ever wanna be someone who follows everybody else When everyone is busy out chasing, I'll make another road myself 'Cause I know I was meant for something more There's gotta be something here worth fighting for Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh This could be all we've been looking for This could be all we've been waiting for On and on and on we're dreaming Back to where we first believed in We can write our names out in the stars (in the stars) Oh, and on and on and on we're moving Close above, we're never losing Never giving up on who we are (who we are, who we are) I don't ever wanna be someone who will never recognize themself I don't ever wanna be someone hollow from the inside out This could be all we've been looking for This could be all we've been waiting for I don't ever wanna be someone who will never recognize themself I don't ever wanna be someone hollow from the inside out This could be all we've been looking for This could be all we've been waiting for Oh, waiting for (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) This could be all that we've been waiting for (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)

(Real 808 Beats) Like you need I don't wanna be Almighty Ayy (Tarantino) (808 Mafia) (808 Mafia) Break the blunt down, put some weed in Smokin' on this dope, it ain't got no seeds in 'em Niggas hatin', but Sosa be the reason Niggas Glo'd all up and ridin' Lamborghinis I fucks with God, but I gotta be a demon I got my money, because I got 'em, I don't need ya Bitch, you don't like me, I don't like you neither If you in front of my thirty, I don't wanna be ya I don't wanna be you I wouldn't wanna see you when I get through They look like Almighty TTU I hang with pitbulls, your niggas Shih-Tzu I got a big gun and a big clip too Try to run, hollows get you Like where you goin'? Nigga, I been sent you Pussy nigga You ain't got no nothing, you don't even got no pussy, nigga I ain't a killer, but don't push me, nigga But I got a lot of guns, try me, you'll be cooked meat, nigga Break the blunt down, put some weed in Smokin' on this dope, it ain't got no seeds in 'em Niggas hatin', but Sosa be the reason Niggas Glo'd all up and ridin' Lamborghinis I fucks with God, but I gotta be a demon I got my money, because I got 'em, I don't need ya Bitch, you don't like me, I don't like you neither If you in front of my thirty, I don't wanna be ya

Mr. Hughes, how are you? I know it's been a while But I've been dying, trying to capture A billion smiles People like us, we are Always misunderstood Though there's ups and downs the bad outshines the good Howard you're a 10, but I'm not sure this ends well Hold it close to your heart What ever happened to Howard Hughes? I guess life wasn't good to you You gave it all you got, and still they threw you out For being you Even with our success we're as good as dead Our worst critics were in our head Society don't accept me or you And all our friends agree People say we're done for We're liabilities But I brought property on the thin line between genius and insanity You wrote the books on brains and wealth, and looks Ahead of both our times Free thinkers only thrive in history books Howard you're a 10, but I'm not sure this ends well Hold it close to your heart What ever happened to Howard Hughes? I guess life wasn't good to you You gave it all you got, and still they threw you out For being you Even with our success we're as good as dead Our worst critics were in our head Society don't accept me or you And all our friends agree Howard, my dear Was it films and planes that made you this way? Howard, my dear They spoke and we're jokes Howard you're a 10, but I'm not sure this ends well Hold it close to your heart What ever happened to Howard Hughes? I guess life wasn't good to you You gave it all you got, and still they threw you out For being you Even with our success we're as good as dead Our worst critics were in our head Society don't accept me or you And all our friends agree