Bebe Rexha FFF

G, Bebe, I got you
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
I'll say it to your face, fuck fake…