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Radio XXXVII, side B, track 7: “Friends” by Jody Watley, Eric B., and Rakim

Jody Watley - FriendsOh, Jody Watley, Eric B. and Rakim, so this is kind of a bummer of a song, huh?  The only thing I really remembered about this song was that I really liked it, but I don’t think I remembered much more than that.  I certainly didn’t remember all the angry cynicism.  It makes me sad for all three of you that things in your life got so bad that you basically had to write an anthem about how much having friends suck.  Although let’s be honest, Jody Watley, Eric B. and Rakim, I don’t know that you really should have titled this song “Friends”.  Maybe “Douchebags” or “Assholes” or “Horrible People”, but nothing in this song has anything to do with friendship.

I’ve been pretty lucky in that I have really good friends.  Not a lot of friends, I don’t have the energy for that, but the friends that I have are great.  There are only a couple people that I’d say have ever stabbed me in the back, and honestly, that seems pretty dramatic since it all happened in high school and college and since I’m not a spy or a superhero or someone really worth writing about, it was nothing interesting, just your normal everyday misunderstandings and bullshit.  Not saying I’ve ever forgiven any of those people, Jody Watley, Eric B. and Rakim, because I’m a bit of an asshole and douchebag and horrible person myself.  Which is why I’m lucky to have any friends at all.  Or to be married, actually.

It just dawned on me that while I didn’t do most of the things you’ve described in your song, this song could still kinda be about me depending on who’s listening to it.  Well, shit.  Thanks a lot, guys.

“Friends”

Have you ever
 
Been stabbed in the back
By someone you thought was really cool

Did they steal your lover

Or was it money

Or was it
Lies they told

Straaangers juuust disguised as your friends
Never again
‘Cause now you knooow

That friends
Will letchoo down
Friends
Won’t be around, when ya neeeed them most where are your friends

Friends
Are hard to find
Friends
Yours and miiiine
Talkin’ ’boutcho friends

Smiles
They hide behind
Never know what’s on their mind
Could be
True de-ception

Jealousy and envy reign, never want ta see ya get ahead

They just holjoo back

Friends
Will letchoo down
Friends
Won’t be around, when ya neeeed them most where are your friends

Ohh, friends
Are hard to find
Friends
Yours and miiine
Talkin’ aboutcho friends

Friends are hard ta find so be careful, you could be flyin’ an inch or a mile if I pay you
But some ain’t that bad, but one might backstab ta get the fake tips of what one might have
Bite the hand that feeds you, leave the people who needjoo
For those who hold ya back and mislead you
Ta be a leader
Don’t get led on unleaded
The wrong direction
A dead end’s next then

Heed the detour, life’s like a seesaw
The ups and downs, and I’ll bet there’ll be more
Potholes and obstacles in our path, that’s righteous
At times ya need a hand ta fight this
Way of life
Straighten up, take the door to the placid
And doncha act two-faced
‘Cause jealousy and envy and ya still act friendly you could find the end if you pretend to be

Friends
Will letchoo down
Friends
Won’t be around, when ya neeeed them most where are your friends

Yeeeah, friends
Are hard to find
Friends
Yours and miiine
Talkin’ aboutcho friends

<awesome Jody Watley, Eric B. and Rakim jam>

Used ta kiss me, tell me you missed me
But now ya try ta glaze me, play me and dis me
I’m wide awake
Ready ta break, so we’d argue
What happened to the kisses, and, why, how are you
Forgot about the times when I rhymed and I bathed you
Rings were the only little things that I gave you
Still ain’t thankful
Ya still complainin’, used ta be a bright storm but now it’s rainin’
Harder than ever, I’m thinkin’ whether
A’you should be friends, let it end, is it bad, so you forget to remember
Your body’s tender
The vibe that I send her
Makes her surrender
The feelings you capture
Caught in a rapture
No women can matcha so when I’m lookin’ atcha
Paint a perfect picture so ya can remember me

But you could find the end if you pretend ta be

Friends
Will letchoo down
Friends
Won’t be around, when ya neeeed them most where are your friends

Ohh, friends
Are hard to find
Friends
Yours and miiine
I’m talkin’ aboutcho friends

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