f.f.f. (fuck fake friends)
Singer:bebe rexha
i never know what to believe in
'cause friends come and go
friends come and go without a reason
i've been in l.a. for way too long
can't get this air inside my lungs
it feels like i'm suffocatin' from all the lack of the realness here
is there anybody real out here?
middle up while i'm singing
only thing they're good for is leaving
i've had it up to the ceiling
only thing they're good for is leaving
and lately i've been dealin' with mad stress
comes with the territory of a hollywood address
'cause they deserve oscars
what's up with guest lists?
can i come to your concerts?
i'm dealin' with monsters
signed titties and signed shirts
but at the same time i know i'm blessed to be here
how many kids wish they had this spot
it's not a sandy beach chair
be careful with the people you meet here
is there anybody real out here?
middle up while i'm singing
only thing they're good for is leaving
i've had it up to the ceiling
only thing they're good for is leaving
is there anybody real out here?
middle up while i'm singing
only thing they're good for is leaving
i've had it up to the ceiling
only thing they're good for is leaving