Friends (Chris Decent Remix) - Laris Alexander

It's like when you're makin' conversation And you're tryin' not to scream You're tryin' not to tell 'em You don't care what they mean And you're really feelin' fragile And you really can't get home And you really feel abandoned But you wanna be alone Old friends They shine like diamonds Old friends You can always call Old friends Lord, you can't buy 'em You know it's old friends, after all "And when the house is empty" "And the lights begin to fade" "And there's nothing to protect you" "Except the window shade" "And it's hard to put your finger" "On the thing that scares you most" "And you can't tell the difference" "Between an angel and a ghost" Old friends They shine like diamonds Old friends You can always call Old friends Lord, you can't buy 'em You know it's old friends, after all Old friends They shine like diamonds Old friends You can always call Old friends Lord, you can't buy 'em You know it's old friends, after all

When your ride's real broke down Got real smoke, real way out In the real kinda BFE, you're SOL far as you can see When your girl gets real mad and she rips up your real grass When she's the real kind of real gone - like that No doubt they're gonna have your back Talkin' 'bout real friends, fish that you ain't gotta reel in Call 'em and they'll be the first-ring picker uppers Get you un-stuckers Same town, same twang, and different mothers Real friends y'all, that are all in Ones who'll haul you home when you been drinkin' Too much, too long, when the right goes wrong Who you gonna count on Talkin' 'bout your real real real friends If you're single, single-wide kickin', If you're hilltop big house livin' If it's hittin' the fan or if it's hittin' the jack pot They don't give a damn about what you got Real friends, fish that you ain't gotta reel in Call 'em and they'll be first-ring picker uppers Get you un-stuckers Same town, same twang, and different mothers Real friends y'all, that are all in Ones who'll haul you home when you been drinkin' Too much, too long, when the right goes wrong Who you gonna count on Talkin' 'bout your real real real friends Gotcha hat, gotcha back when you get bucked off Cool your head when it gets too hot Talkin' 'bout real friends, fish that you ain't gotta reel in Call 'em and they'll be first-ring picker uppers Get you un-stuckers Same town, same twang, and different mothers Real friends y'all, that are all in Ones who'll haul you home when you been drinkin' Too much, too long, when the right goes wrong Who you gonna count on Tell us 'bout your real real real friends Real real real friends Your real real real friends Real friends