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I just played a show in the bay, I found me a wife and I don't know her name
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My homies said, "Riz, take a break. This music is all that you do every day."
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Why is my name in discussion? (I don't know)
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It's stupid, my phone only buzz when i'm buzzed and in highschool to you, I was nothin' (Fuck you, Riz)
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Being a loser is cool, so you love me.
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I don't need you, I don't wanna be friends.
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Sick of being 'homies' when you're lonely on the weekends.
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Better get your ass out of the deep end
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And I ain't swimmin' in Michigan when I told that shit to sink in
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Why are you so fake? Try to go both ways,
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think you're gonna start growing on me like rogaine
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Think we're gonna start hanging out like the old days?
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You're cocaine, and i'm staying sober.
[Chorus]
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You think that it's cool to flex, go 'head and do your best
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You're not my real friend, You're not my real friend
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You claim to be down to fly, but when I am down, you hide.
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You're not my real friend, You're not my real friend
[Verse 2]
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I just woke up in Seattle, hung out with a hippie, but said she was sad though.
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I'm a great guy, i'm an asshole (I am!)
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Lookin' for a queen but I can't afford a castle.
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Why you wanna make my head hurt?
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Told me not to wear a condom, but you wanna wear my shirt?
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Said I gotta take you out first
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But now she's on her knees, and we're not inside a church.
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I don't like you, I don't wanna say it.
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Being on the road, all these people think i'm famous.
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Really i'm just fine, down in my basement,
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and I don't think i'm ever gonna hate it.
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Fuck all the wack lames, that give me a bad name
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that's gonna get you dropped on your butt like an ashtray.
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This is for the bitches that are losing in halfway,
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but hate up on my lyrics when they're having a bad day.
[Chorus]
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You think that it's cool to flex, go 'head and do your best
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You're not my real friend, You're not my real friend
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You claim to be down to fly, but when I am down, you hide.
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You're not my real friend, You're not my real friend
[Verse 3]
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What can I say as you're walking away,
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you talk big in tweets but won't talk to my face like a real friend, like a real friend
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You step on my toes every second you're close cause you say that we're homies, but act like a ho,
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not a real friend. I'm like, "Go find a real friend." (Toodalo, hah)
[Chorus]
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You think that it's cool to flex, go 'head and do your best
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You're not my real friend, You're not my real friend
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You claim to be down to fly, but when I am down, you hide.
A#sus Bsus Gsus F#sus Bsus Gsus A#sus
You're not my real friend, You're not my real friend
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You think that it's cool to flex, go 'head and do your best
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You're not my real friend, You're not my real friend
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You claim to be down to fly, but when I am down, you hide.
A#sus Bsus Gsus F#sus Bsus Gsus A#sus
You're not my real friend, You're not my real friend
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