Fake Friends

Meet you there, left without me
But you'll drop a pin
Somewhere in Bel Air, a better party
But call when I'm in
Second thought to who's coming
I don't cross their minds
Way too many shots, you've been rushing
The ladders you climb

I've got fake friends
They listen just to speak
So complacent, so far in the scene
On read, I'm left
For your nights with nothing better than to vent
Yeah I know, that I've got
Fake friends

Out of town, unsuspecting
Then I'm sent a pic
It's you in the background
Drunk and messy
With my ex on your lips

I've got fake friends
They listen just to speak
So complacent, so far in the scene

Dude he's so rich
I met him at Hyde and he brought me to Rodeo and like bought me a bag
But don't tell Katya

I've got fake friends
They listen just to speak
So complacent so far in the scene
On read, I'm left
For your nights with nothing better than to vent
Yeah I know, that I've got
Fake friends



Credits
Writer(s): Katya Williges
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