Song: Fake Friends
Artist:  Softheart
Year: 2018
Viewed: 37 - Published at: 5 years ago

[Intro - Sample: Spongebob]
Alright
Put the money in the bag
Put it in!

Bruffer got that heat bitch

[Verse 1]
Left town
Back again
But I’m soft
In the back that it’s like I never left
(That’s it like I never left)
Imma chase the bands like a
Deadhead
(Like a deadhead)
Imma make it there bitch I’m
Deadset
Bitch I’m deadset

[Chorus]
I stay in the air like I’m falling
(I’m fallin’)
He sits where the sunshine stays on him
(Yawning)
You were nothing like I thought
I know one day I’ll be looking back likе
“I called it”
[Verse 2]
Fuck, I swear I can barely brеathe when I think of us
(Us)
Went to sleep at dawn, woke up at dusk
So what
(Bitch!)
Wish that I could brush it all off like it’s dust
(Dust)
To just
Stop looking down so much and say [?] what’s up
If you smell weed in that bitch then you know it’s us
Don’t press your luck
I keep my blade just like I keep my Mary
Tucked
So why you staring
It’d be dumb to say that I ain’t scared of nothing
But bitch I ain’t scared of nothing if we bleed the same blood
(Aye yuh)

[Verse 3]
Fuck a fake friend, fuck a bitch
Now I’m just cutting off all the loose ends
You ain’t shit, I couldn’t give less of a fuck
What he said
Middle finger to your face, I’ll be like this till I’m dead
I’ll be like this till I’m dead
[Bridge]
I'm just facing outside
Take it then I bounce back
Imma take an ounce right
Save it bitch
I doubt that
I stay in my house like
I’m Macaulay
Just cause they talk about me
Don’t mean that they know me
Don’t mean that they know

[Chorus]
I stay in the air like I’m falling
(I’m fallin’)
He sits where the sunshine stays on him, yuh
You were nothing like I thought
I know one day I’ll be looking back like
“I called it”

[Sample]
Alright
Put the money in the bag
Put it in!

[Verse 4]
Just a shitty town full of fake friends
But leave everything
I told even if it don’t make sense
Stay back, kicking this dirt up
Through the tragic, watch me dance
It ain’t shit, it ain’t shit
Fuck em all, none of em understand
(Bruffer got that heat bitch)
Put the heat back at the fans [?]
Back in the back of the back of
My head
Keep up my defense
Trust me, I don’t make the plans
Stuck in a trance
Roll up like a whip
Joint tucked like a band
I keep calm as I advance

( Softheart )
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