You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie Drive slow homie, drive slow homie My homie Marley used to stay, 79th and May One of my best friends from back in the day Down the street from Calumet, a

Better go home, girl Well, me and Frank we're the best of friends And our friendship will never end But it would hurt him so for him to know That I'm in love with his girlfriend Now, the love of a girl and the love of a friend Are two things you can't

On the road again And I cant wait to get on the road again The life I love is making music with my friends Just can't wait to get on the road again Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway We're the best of friends Insisting that the world keep

Before we go too far Bring your love on back to me Stop this insanity How did we ever lose our way? And try to say love is a losing game We were lovers And the best of friends Sometimes the lover Can be angry 'till the end

The monarchy of roses Several of my best friends wear, The colors of the crown And Mary wants to fill it up, And Sherry wants to tear it all back down, girl The savior of your light The monarchy of roses tonight We all want the rose you know

Blood brothers Take a bullet for each other Yea brothers a light that don't come cheap And you lean on one another Thick as these and the best of friends You fight, you cry, you lie, you bleed We were as young as we were dumb When we piled in a ol' pile

Mary Anne and Wanda were the best of friends All through their high school days Both members of the 4H club, both active in the FFA After graduation Mary Anne went out lookin' for a bright new world Wanda looked all around this town and all she found was

It's just the lights coming on It's so easy to set off The molecules and the caplets They all have something against me Nothing I do makes me feel different This one's like your sister's best friends In a bath calling you to join them Can't avoid them

Why don't you let her see The feelings that you hide 'Cause she'll never know If you never show The way you feel inside Why don't you kiss her Why don't you tell her We're the best of friends And we share our secrets

Mary Anne and Wanda were the best of friends All through their high school days Both members of the 4H club, both active in the FFA After graduation Mary Anne went out lookin' for a bright new world Wanda looked all around this town and all she found was