What, what, what would I do? But that's the whole tragic point, my friends What, what would I do if I could suddenly feel And to know once again that what I feel is real? I could cry, I could smile, I might lay back for awhile Tell me what, what would I

Fuck fake friends, we don't need 'em And I ain't got the time, money on my mind Only thing they're good for is leaving I'll say it to your face, fuck fake friends I've had it up to the ceiling Is there anybody real out here? Got my middle, middle up

Where do we go from here? When I need you We don't have any real friends Just lying in a bar with my drip feed on Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen I want to live, breathe The words are coming out all weird Where are you now?

Andy Warhol looks a scream Hang him on my wall Andy Warhol, Silver Screen Can't tell them apart at all Like to take a cement fix Be a standing cinema Dress my friends up just for show See them as they really are Put a peephole in my brain

It was always you All this time It was always you, you No more guessing who Woke up sweating from a dream Hazel eyes, I was so color blind For my whole life, we never crossed the line Only friends in my mind, but now I realize Can't believe I could not

'Til you have real friends I got a million ties Old friends become strangers New friends become dangerous Never does it ever let me down I got my drank poured I got these j's rolled up No need to change clothes I'll be fine in what I got on

Sexy girl you came to party You and your girlfriends Three's company Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah) Hit your walk, hop to it I'ma show you how a real player do it Girl I don't mind, fun time Oh baby let me see you walk

Still got pictures of friends on the wall I suppose we aren't really friends anymore Maybe I shouldn't ever have called That thing friendly at all Get freaked out from a knock at the door When I haven't been expecting one Didn't that used to be part of

Do a split on the dick (Do a split) If you really with the shits, lil' bitch (Lil' bitch) She ask her friends (What?), "Should I let him hit?" (What they say?) She say, "Girl, you better fuck him if he rich" New foreign, whippin it (Skrt) Blue face,

Push me to the edge All my friends are dead I don't really care if you cry Should've saw the way she looked me in my eyes She said baby I am not afraid to, die On the real, you should've never lied All my friends are dead (yeah) You alright I'm alright