"Fake Friends" lyrics
(feat. Nick Vyner & Felly)
I've never been to any nice places
You go to nice places
I've never been to any nice places
Okay
Ayy
Budapest, Tokyo
Say less
Mind like the matrix
Wow
Speed out (slow it down)
Fakes friends going out of style
Little boy, pipe down
Saying amen
Flight turbulent got me checking my coordinates
Touchdown smelling like loud
Young prince but I'm built for the crowd
Watch the sunrise, what a pretty life yeah
Blond bish Finnish, up north five course
Fine whores
And of course built like the Airforce
Singing my chorus my lord
Down in Pari playing dua dua
I keep the drink and the well don't run dry
Not here for long baby don't say bye
I'm like voulez-vou couche avec moi
Tap in if I don't check then maybe I won't know what I'm missing
Losing my faith off internet plays and
It's been getting way too easy to lose track of time
Now I'm back and I don't know what I'll find
But fake friends only tell you good things
I don't want to be a yes man knowing that you don't need
Any more clout
Those little remarks ain't giving me doubt
I used to be quiet but now I just shout
My numbers way up now
Everyone's loud
So crowded in here but you still stand out cause
You go to nice places
I've never been to any nice places
You go to nice places
I've never been to any nice places
She can't be landlocked girl I'm not no home body
Fly it out the zone
Find a room
Oh my
Take it as it comes
No I don't mind it
Fly it to the moon shorty
Fake friends only tell you good things
I don't want to be a yes man knowing that you don't need
Any more clout
Those little remarks ain't giving me doubt
I used to be quiet but now I just shout
My numbers way up now
Everyone's loud
So crowded in here but you still stand out cause
I've been missing your touch
I need to find my place
In the back of this house I could suffocate
My room could use a slight rearrangement
So hit me when you get this message
You go to nice places
I've never been to any nice places
Okay
Ayy
Budapest, Tokyo
Say less
Mind like the matrix
Wow
Speed out (slow it down)
Fakes friends going out of style
Little boy, pipe down
Saying amen
Flight turbulent got me checking my coordinates
Touchdown smelling like loud
Young prince but I'm built for the crowd
Watch the sunrise, what a pretty life yeah
Blond bish Finnish, up north five course
Fine whores
And of course built like the Airforce
Singing my chorus my lord
Down in Pari playing dua dua
I keep the drink and the well don't run dry
Not here for long baby don't say bye
I'm like voulez-vou couche avec moi
Tap in if I don't check then maybe I won't know what I'm missing
Losing my faith off internet plays and
It's been getting way too easy to lose track of time
Now I'm back and I don't know what I'll find
But fake friends only tell you good things
I don't want to be a yes man knowing that you don't need
Any more clout
Those little remarks ain't giving me doubt
I used to be quiet but now I just shout
My numbers way up now
Everyone's loud
So crowded in here but you still stand out cause
You go to nice places
I've never been to any nice places
You go to nice places
I've never been to any nice places
She can't be landlocked girl I'm not no home body
Fly it out the zone
Find a room
Oh my
Take it as it comes
No I don't mind it
Fly it to the moon shorty
Fake friends only tell you good things
I don't want to be a yes man knowing that you don't need
Any more clout
Those little remarks ain't giving me doubt
I used to be quiet but now I just shout
My numbers way up now
Everyone's loud
So crowded in here but you still stand out cause
I've been missing your touch
I need to find my place
In the back of this house I could suffocate
My room could use a slight rearrangement
So hit me when you get this message
