Lyrics: Jordon Terrel/Jeris Johnson
Music: Jordon Terrel/Jeris Johnson/BOI WHAT
All of my friends
like to play with monsters
All of my friends
Like to play with choppers
You better pray
For the ones you praise
I ain’t gonna say anything that matters
Someday I gotta raise my standards
I’m so lost looking for the answers
I’m playing zeppelin records backwards
Label put a price on my repentance
Offering the world if I sign their sentence
Just don’t say god or define your message
Be drunk, pop pills and keep the violence present
Let’s use hooks to turn the kids to weapons
Every chorus coded with a hidden message
Push him off the road on their way to heaven
And fill them up with lies from a smith & Wesson
They seem to know my name
Everywhere I go
They’ll give me anything
If I give them my soul
I tried to run away
I tried to tell ‘em no
But I just got that weenie
That I love yo show
B***h
All of my friends
like to play with monsters
All of my friends
Like to play with choppers
You better pray
For the ones you praise
All of my friends
Sip your holy water
All of my friends
Save your sons and daughters
You better pray
For the ones you praise
A trip to purgatory
To trade your blood for glory
You paid the toll some scraps of gold
But the road you walk is lonely
Bright lights and burning days
Don’t you know that they will fade
Another tragedy, a casualty
Why can’t you see
That the price is paid in full now?
It’s f**king blood in and blood out,
And then they’re taking your heart
And f**king tearing it out
So can you see all the lies?
The fame is the devil inside
living their life hale alive
They only breathe out of pride
These demons feed off your dreams
Down on your hands and your knees
The innocence that they need
The devil makes you believe
All of my friends
like to play with monsters
All of my friends
Like to play with choppers
You better pray
For the ones you praise
All of my friends
Sip your holy water
All of my friends
Save your sons and daughters
You better pray
For the ones you praise