Fake Friends

Meet a lot of people in Los Angeles

Everybody's looking pretty anxious and

We should hang out, everybody says it

Grab a morning coffee, you never even meant it, yeah

Everybody's looking out for number one

Trying every chemical to make it fun

They say, "Come over, meet my friend Molly, would ya?"

But I ain't buying or driving out to Hollywood

They say that nobody is an island

But LA's got me feeling Hawaiian

Hate your parties, hate your trends

Hate your likes on Instagram

I'm too real to play pretend with fake friends

Fuck Bugattis, fuck your Benz

I don't care how much you spend

I'm too real to play pretend with fake, fake friends

Oh, oh, oh

I knew you when you were down to earth

Now you're telling everybody what you're worth so

Congratulations, look at you, you're famous

To a, a bunch of strangers who don't even know your name and

(What's your name again?)

And maybe that makes me not as cool as you

But I guarantee I sleep better than you do

Hate your parties, hate your trends

Hate your likes on Instagram

I'm too real to play pretend with fake friends

Fuck Bugattis, fuck your Benz

I don't care how much you spend

I'm too real to play pretend with fake, fake friends

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Hate your parties, hate your trends

Hate your likes on Instagram

I'm too real to play pretend with fake friends

Fuck Bugattis, fuck your Benz

I don't care how much you spend

I'm too real to play pretend with fake, fake friends