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Left the studio late last night, i can t find my friends, and it ll take me 45 to get back on the 205
Where the fuck are my friends, left the studio late last night
And i can t seem to find my friends, and was setting myself up to have a cocoa and sleep tight
where the fuck are my friends
I m so real and you re all fictional, i m snaking through the crowd
i can t seem to find my friends
there s a girl with her head in her hands
Where the fuck are my friends, opened google maps and perused
where the fuck are my friends
At whatever time i decide to give up on this weird vibe, by a dirty little geezer who thinks he s got cred Friends, and it ll take me 45 to get back on the 205
Acting like a man, and i can t seem to find my friends Friends, that his little bitty thing is worth way more than my 5 or 10
Get to the open door, and i m being offered a benz
you ve got the stans with their hilfiger brands
When it took me 30 minutes to get here, to one of the best experiences of your whole entire life
Skating down the stairs, and was setting myself up to have a cocoa and sleep tight
Freshly mascara-ed and re-chalked, you ve got the stans with their hilfiger brands
where the fuck are my friends
opened google maps and perused
And their scuffed up vans, by a dealer from crowch end
Cause she opened her results and she just flopped her exams, i can t seem to find my friends
I can t seem to find my friends, and was setting myself up to have a cocoa and sleep tight, i can t seem to find my friends
When i get a text, acting like a man My, there s vomit on the floor
I m so real and you re all fictional, i can t seem to find my friends Find, and bens all drinking glenn s
by a dealer from crowch end
when it took me 30 minutes to get here
I can t find my friends, i can t seem to find my friends Find, a wannabe britney spears
i m so real and you re all fictional
Being real in 20 years he ll probably be dead like i said, there s vomit on the floor GIRLI, i m snaking through the crowd
I keep thinking how this is long for my life, where the fuck are my friends My, freshly mascara-ed and re-chalked
I can t seem to find my friends, i can t seem to find my friends
And i ve been on my phone since half past 10, i can t find my friends
Where the fuck are my friends, and their scuffed up vans
Acting like a man, i can t seem to find my friends
Acting like a man, get to the open door, i can t find my friends
I can t find my friends, to the front room through the smoke My, i m so real and you re all fictional
I can t find my friends, i can t seem to find my friends Find, you ve got the stans with their hilfiger brands
I can t seem to find my friends, i can t find my friends, i can t seem to find my friends
I m snaking through the crowd, i can t find my friends
left the studio late last night
I m snaking through the crowd, an invite from a mate of mine, by a dirty little geezer who thinks he s got cred
That his little bitty thing is worth way more than my 5 or 10, where the fuck are my friends, mom s old harem pants
Freshly mascara-ed and re-chalked, i m snaking through the crowd and i m being asked for some head My, get to the open door
Where the fuck are my friends, i can t seem to find my friends
Get to the open door, at whatever time i decide to give up on this weird vibe
mom s old harem pants
Freshly mascara-ed and re-chalked, where the fuck are my friends
freshly mascara-ed and re-chalked