| Friends come and go, friends come and go
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| Go, like the seasons
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| I never know, I never know what to believe in
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| And it’s getting old, it’s getting old
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| But no hard feelings
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| 'Cause friends come and go, friends come and go without a reason
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| And I, I’ve been in L.A. for way too long
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| Can’t get this air inside my lungs
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| It feels like I’m suffocatin' from all the lack of the realness here
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| Is there anybody real out here?
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| Got my middle, middle up while I’m singing
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| Fuck fake friends
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| We don’t need 'em
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| Only thing they’re good for is leaving
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| Fuck fake friends
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| We don’t need 'em
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| I’ve had it up to the ceiling
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| Fuck fake friends
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| We don’t need 'em
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| Only thing they’re good for is leaving
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| And I ain’t got the time, money on my mind
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| I’ll say it to your face, fuck fake friends
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| And lately I’ve been dealin' with mad stress
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| Comes with the territory of a Hollywood address
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| Is anybody real here?
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| I need some fact checks
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| I need more realness, need you to act less
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| 'Cause they deserve Oscars, so many imposters
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| What’s up with guest lists?
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| Can I come to your concerts?
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| We all got demons, I’m dealin' with monsters
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| I’ve taken every picture, signed titties and signed shirts
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| But at the same time I know I’m blessed to be here
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| So let’s just be clear
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| A million kids wish they had the spot I got
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| Success is not a sandy beach chair
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| Be careful with the people you meet here, I’m sayin'
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| Uh, yeah
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| Is there anybody real out here? |
| (G)
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| Got my middle, middle up while I’m singing (Uh)
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| Fuck fake friends
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| We don’t need 'em
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| Only thing they’re good for is leaving
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| Fuck fake friends
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| We don’t need 'em
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| I’ve had it up to the ceiling
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| Fuck fake friends
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| We don’t need 'em
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| Only thing they’re good for is leaving
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| And I ain’t got the time, money on my mind
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| I’ll say it to your face, fuck fake friends
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| (Yeah) We don’t need 'em
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| (Bebe, you know I feel you)
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| And I ain’t got the time, money on my mind
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| Say it to my face, don’t pretend
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| And I ain’t got the time, money on my mind
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| I’ll say it to your face, fuck fake friends
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| And I ain’t got the time, money on my mind
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| Say it to my face, don’t pretend
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| And I ain’t got the time, money on my mind
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| I’ll say it to your face, fuck fake friends
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| Is there anybody real out here?
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| Got my middle, middle up while I’m singing
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| Fuck fake friends
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| We don’t need 'em
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| Only thing they’re good for is leaving
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| Fuck fake friends
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| We don’t need 'em
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| I’ve had it up to the ceiling
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| Fuck fake friends
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| We don’t need 'em
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| Only thing they’re good for is leaving
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| And I ain’t got the time, money on my mind
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| I’ll say it to your face, fuck fake friends |