Friends are the angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.

Oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t
When I come to the clubs, step aside
Pop the seeds, don't be hating me in the line
V.I.P because you know I gotta shine

I don't mind spending some time
Just hanging here with you
Because I don't find too many guys
That treat me like you do