Wrath

Fake friends, fake friends, fake friends, fake friends

These bitches got me feelin crazy
I don't know why I'm even trying, lately
They wanna blame everything on me
But I ain't playin no more, time to light a match, and throw it on the gas

Last Saturday, I was late
To a get together, cause I had a date
My friends started gettin angry at me
They should've been happy
That I even came at all

Cause let's be honest, it's all their fault
They should reminded me with a call
They know I'm busy, Got shit to do
Why'd they even plan to go out before it's 2

Lemme tell you bout to his other dude
He asked to borrow some of my freshly squeezed orange juice
I was a good friend, I gave him some
He never gave back a cartoon, what a bum

Then this chick said I owed her money
I don't even remember that, ain't that funny?
That a friend would make up random nonsense
I don't owe her 20 dollars and 30 cents

I just sold a product on YouTube
My fans didn't like it, cause it wasn't "true"
Did they even do any research
Cause I never said the product would be new

Everywhere I look are fake people
I don't know where they think this shit is cool
There's no way I can handle this stress
So get away from me, you're a mess



Credits
Writer(s): James Snyder
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