Testing my patience, the temperature's rising, my eyes are attached to the floor And they're caught by the light of a match when I strike it, it's lighter than ever before It's friction of my afflictions, yeah, an addiction hard to take But it's wasted on the complacent, yeah, it's the only thing I hate It's friction It's friction It's in what he sold you and true what I told you, yeah, space is the final thing here And it's flooding my pores and it's breaking my jaw, yeah, it's bleeding out both of my ears It's friction of my afflictions, yeah, an addiction hard to take But it's wasted on the complacent, yeah, it's the only thing I hate Friction in my diction, cause spit, I spit so much that the mic started rusting ***'s tight since me and Mike started puffing, short night cause my green kite got stuck in A tree but the flight's been mustard gas, the cream bring plight, I'm accustomed Swag shop heist every Russian son and or Dalamites pre-cussion I guess I get more lips than acid and I'm hearing niggas got more clips to fasten And Glocks, they're shooting up the blocks in the fastest cause the father god don't mean *** to a *** I'm not sick but I'm sipping syrup for the toxins of the world cause the people in it got me noxious Rasta, signed on the tops of the doctrines, a Nazi but blacker than the locks that a lot miss This is nothing like my mother told me It's got me thinking hard And all I want is you to hold me Oh, oh, oh, oh Friction, oh, my afflictions Yeah, an addiction hard to take And it's wasted, oh, decomplacent Yeah, it's the only thing I hate It's friction It's friction It's friction It's friction