"Find My Friends" lyrics

Left the studio late last night
And was setting myself up to have a cocoa and sleep tight
When I get a text, an invite from a mate of mine
To one of the best experiences of your whole entire life
I thought about it, opened Google Maps and perused
And fifteen minutes later I was on the 2 4 2
Get to the open door, there's vomit on the floor
Looks like its owner must have smoked a dodgy score
And then I walk, freshly mascara-ed and re-chalked
To the front room through the smoke, I think I need a tour
There's a girl with her head in her hands
Cause she opened her results and she just flopped her exams
Yeah, you've got the Stans with their Hilfiger brands
And their scuffed up Vans
Skating down the stairs, acting like a man
And I can't seem to find my friends
I'm snaking through the crowd, and I'm being offered a Benz
By a dealer from Crowch End, whose trying to pretend
That his little bitty thing is worth way more than my 5 or 10
Bullshit!

I can't seem to find my friends
I can't seem to find my friends
I can't seem to find my friends
Yo, where the fuck are my friends
I'm no judgmental individual
I'm so real and you're all fictional
Stevens, Jens, and Bens all drinking Glenn's
And I've been on my phone since half past 10

I keep thinking how this is long for my life
When it took me 30 minutes to get here
And it'll take me 45 to get back on the 205
At whatever time I decide to give up on this weird vibe
Let's see then, what have we got here
Mom's old harem pants, a wannabe Britney Spears
Incense sticks and a casket of warm beers
An iPod shuffle playing SBTRKT and Tears for Fears
I can't seem to find my friends
I'm snaking through the crowd and I'm being asked for some head
By a dirty little geezer who thinks he's got cred
Being real in 20 years he'll probably be dead like I said

I can't seem to find my friends
I can't seem to find my friends
I can't seem to find my friends
Yo, where the fuck are my friends
I can't seem to find my friends
I can't seem to find my friends
I can't seem to find my friends
Yo, where the fuck are my friends
I'm no judgmental individual
I'm so real and you're all fictional
Stevens, Jens, and Bens all drinking Glenn's
And I've been on my phone since half past 10

I can't find my friends
Where the fuck are my friends
I can't find my friends
Where the fuck are my friends
I can't find my friends
Where the fuck are my friends
I can't find my friends