F.F.F. / Bebe Rexha
G, Bebe; I got ya
Friends come and go, friends come and go
Go like the seasons
I never know, I never know what to believe in
And it's getting old, it's getting old
But no hard feelings
'Cause friends come and go, friends come and go without a reason
And I, I've been in L.A. for way too long
G, Bebe; I got ya
Friends come and go, friends come and go
Go like the seasons
I never know, I never know what to believe in
And it's getting old, it's getting old
But no hard feelings
'Cause friends come and go, friends come and go without a reason
And I, I've been in L.A. for way too long
Can't get this air inside my lungs
It feels like I'm suffocatin' from all the lack of the realness here
Is there anybody real out here?
Got my middle, middle up while I'm singing
Fuck fake friends, we don't need 'em
Only thing they're good for is leaving
Fuck fake friends, we don't need 'em
I've had it up to the ceiling
Fuck fake friends, we don't need 'em
Only thing they're good for is leaving
And I ain't got the time, money on my mind (yeah)
I'll say it to your face, fuck fake friends
And lately I've been dealin' with mad stress
Comes with the territory of a Hollywood address
Is anybody real here? I need some fact checks
I need more realness, need you to act less
'Cause they deserve Oscars, so many imposters
What's up with guest lists?
Can I come to your concerts?
We all got demons, I'm dealin' with monsters
I've taken every picture, signed titties and signed shirts
But at the same time, I know I'm blessed to be here
So let's just be clear, how many kids wish they had this spot
I got success, it's not a sandy beach chair
Be careful with the people you meet here, I'm sayin'
Uh, yeah
Is there anybody real out here? (G)
Got my middle, middle up while I'm singing (uh)
Fuck fake friends, we don't need 'em
Only thing they're good for is leaving (yeah)
Fuck fake friends, we don't need 'em
I've had it up to the ceiling
Fuck fake friends, we don't need 'em
Only thing they're good for is leaving
And I ain't got the time, money on my mind
I'll say it to your face, fuck fake friends
(Yeah)
We don't need 'em
(Bebe, you know I feel you)
And I ain't got the time, money on my mind
Say it to my face, don't pretend
And I ain't got the time, money on my mind
I'll say it to your face, fuck fake friends
And I ain't got the time, money on my mind
Say it to my face, don't pretend
And I ain't got the time, money on my mind
I'll say it to your face, fuck fake friends
Is there anybody real out here?
Got my middle, middle up while I'm singing
Fuck fake friends, we don't need 'em
Only thing they're good for is leaving
Fuck fake friends, we don't need 'em
I've had it up to the ceiling
Fuck fake friends, we don't need 'em
Only thing they're good for is leaving
And I ain't got the time, money on my mind
I'll say it to your face, fuck fake friends
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Lauren Christy / Benjamin Berger / Ryan Mcmahon / Gerald Gillum / Bleta Bebe Rexha
F.F.F. lyrics © Bmg Platinum Songs Us, Reservoir 416, Kiss Me Lf You Can Music, Benjamin Berger Publishing, Ryan Mcmahon Publishing, Ryan Rabin Songs, G-eazy Publishing, Lauren Christy It's Lcbaba Baby Songs
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