Fake Friends

[Intro - Sample: Spongebob]
Alright
Put the money in the bag
Put it in!

[Producer Tag]
Bruffer got that heat bitch

[Verse 1]
Left town, back again
But I’m soft/so off? in the back
That it’s like I never left
Imma chase the bands like a
Deadhead
Imma make it there bitch I’m
Deadset
Bitch I’m deadset

[Chorus]
I stay in the air like I’m falling
(I’m fallin’)
He sits where the sunshine stays on him
(Yawning)
You were nothing like I thought
I know one day I’ll be looking back like
“I called it”

[Verse 2]
Fuck, I swear I can barely breathe in when I think of us
(Us)
Wеnt to sleep at dawn, woke up at dusk, so what?
(Bitch!)
Wish that I could brush it all off like it’s dust
(Dust)
To just stop looking down so much and just say "what's up?"
If you smell weed in that bitch thеn you know it’s us
Don’t press your luck
I keep my blade just like I keep my Mary
Tucked
So why you staring?
It’d be dumb to say that I ain’t scared of nothing
But bitch, I ain’t scared of nothing if we bleed the same blood
(Ay, yuh)

[Verse 3]
Fuck a fake friend, fuck a bitch
Now I’m just cutting off all the loose ends
You ain’t shit, I couldn’t give less of a fuck what he said
Middle finger to your face, I’ll be like this 'til I’m dead
I’ll be like this 'til I’m dead

[Bridge]
I'm just facing outside
Take it then I bounce back
I'ma take an ounce right
Save it, bitch? I doubt that
I stay in my house like
I’m Macaulay
Just cause they talk about me
Don’t mean that they know me
Don’t mean that they know

[Chorus]
I stay in the air like I’m falling
(I’m fallin’)
He sits where the sunshine stays on him, yuh
You were nothing like I thought
I know one day I’ll be looking back like
“I called it”

[Sample: Spongebob]
Alright
Put the money in the bag
Put it in!

[Verse 4]
Just a shitty town full of fake friends
Believe everything I'm told even if it don’t make sense
Stay back, kicking this dirt up
Through the tragic, watch me dance
It ain’t shit, it ain’t shit
Fuck 'em all, none of em understand
(Bruffer got that heat bitch)
Put the heat back at the fans
Back in the back of the back of my head
Keep up my defence
Trust me, I don’t make the plans
Stuck in a trance
Roll up like a whip
Joint tucked like a band
I keep calm as I advance