Lyric In Need

Hey, hey, mama; mama, what you tryin to do?
You keep on talkin to me, till your face turns blue.
Well, do you think I m a young boy, yet to make up my mind?
Well, I m just castin all my toys, I m gonna leave what s behind me, behind.
I m gonna leave what s behind me, behind.


I saw an old high school friend, just the other day,
He didn t ask me how I d been, he asked me "how was my pay?"
Now, do you call this a friendship, judging from what he said?
If you do, I ve a real tip: ain t nobody gonna know about my bread.
Ain t nobody gonna know about my bread.


If you got somebody, that you can trust to the very end,
I said if you do, I want to be like you, cause you sure got a real good friend.
You sure got a real good friend.
Friend ...
Friend ...