F.F.F.

G, Bebe, I got youFriends come and go, friends come and goGo like the seasonsI never know, I never knowWhat to believe inAnd it's getting old, it's getting oldBut no hard feelings'Cause friends come and go, friends come and goWithout a reasonAnd I, I've been in L.A. for way too longCan't get this air inside my lungsIt feels like I'm suffocatin' fromAll the lack of the realness hereIs there anybody real out here?Got my middle, middle upWhile I'm singingFuck fake friends, we don't need 'emOnly thing they're good for is leavingFuck fake friends, we don't need 'emI've had it up to the ceilingFuck fake friends, we don't need 'emOnly thing they're good for is leavingAnd I ain't got the time, money on my mindI'll say it to your face, fuck fake…