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So
I’m asking for a friend
Hiding silently behind a midnight bush in the yard
Like Cyrano de Bergerac
Lofting questions and soliloquies into the air like
Larry Bird rained threes upon my Knicks back in the day
I’m thinking
Ain’t no way the questions I’m asking
Gonna be answered by you from your candle lit balcony
Looking down upon me like
I am the one
But remember in the end
Everything I say
Everything I ask
I’m asking for a friend
My interest ain’t that high
He talked me into it ‘cause he said
I could get a prayer through
And maybe through me
A good word from him to you
And so my rap game tightened like Colt 45 drunk
At a game of dominoes in the backyard
He told me not to play around
To come out hard because he wanted some of that
Some of that sweet that sweet that funky stuff
As soft as you want it
Or if you want it rough until the sun rises at six
The alarm clock forgotten and you is late for work
Lemme digress for a minute
Still wanna remind you
That I’m asking this for a friend
She bent over the balcony gazing hard at me
And you in the bushes
Sweating like chain gang members in the heat of old Alabama
I’m trying to get out of this thing
Trying to get you to the key to the front door
Then to the first bedroom on the right
The moonlight and glass of sangria in her hand
And she steady looking at me
And all I wanna do
Is tell her like Bob Dylan
It Aint Me Babe
It Ain’t me you’re looking for
Waiting for you to spring from the bushes like Usain Bolt in the 100
So I can go home and get into mine
Yo, bruh, it’s a quarter to nine and I got something on my own sitting on ice
It would be nice if I can just say
Yo baby gurl
This ain’t about me but this dude hiding in the bush
I wanna turn around and give him a shove and a push but
He’s so shy and I am running out of time and patience
Rap game wasted in the end
All this because I’m asking for a friend
