Lyrics:
Dear friends, I wish to declare to you in writing
Something that in life I never told you
About a hateful tyrannical and evil lie
Rooted in
Mr. Worldwide and Miss Bebe
This is not a drill, this is not a false alarm
This shit is for real, baby, I'ma love you down
This is not a drill,
You ever ignored the signs?
The red flags are present
But you go blind
Thinking you can change a person
Or the situation
But you wasting time
False
blowin' out the car
Told her, "Baby this could maybe be a false alarm"
And my Friday's what you want
You can steal me for a second or a couple of months
(skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don't crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I
Chorus
No friends no friends/no friends no friends/when the rain fell I ain't have no friends/no friends no friends/no friends no friends/now that
Y'all be frontin
Posing with pistols and posting them pictures
You be telling them square up
They pull up you get scared uh-uh-uh
False claiming
all hokey cokey and a lot of false starts
I was deep in mind, recalling times
Recklessly invoking sounds
Tears chasing those happy years
No friends
I thought you were the dream but you're just the nightmare
Breaking down the scene the lies come from thin air
Fill the magazine with false hope so
She drives me insane, drives me insane
Have at thee false Christ, I've been dreaming on
She drives me insane, drives me insane
Have at thee false
that's a damn shame
These niggas faux
False, false
To anybody that I call a friend of me
You a friend of the enemy, you a frenemy
I'm too real for these
friends
Shout-out to the ones
That’s got ride to the end
I need to get my mind right
No time for revenge
False loves keep stressing
And messing with my head
In the public eye and press"
The funeral's very quiet because all his friends have fled
They may be false, they may be true
They've all got better
eye and press"
The funeral's very quiet, because all his friends have fled
They may be false, they may be true
They've all got better things to do
at it now what I miss the most is my other half, but you can keep it
It's a false crime
Waiting for the punchline
Wish this was the first time
And I hate
dreams
Ain’t no false frontin I’m on my shit
Ain’t no false fronting I’m getting green
Ain’t no false fronting I get my needs
Niggas be talking that shit
Drop-Off Zone where the children play
North wall of the Tyrants fall
On the blood of irreplaceable
False Patriot
No closure
Until the fall of the gavel
False
for love
But we looking for the glory
(Hook – Chriis FonTana)
Tell me what the false is
Baby tell me what the false is
All we see is skies… ies… ies!
In the public eye and press"
The funeral's very quiet because all his friends have fled
They may be false, they may be true
They've all got better
We were close friends, when you told me that you love me and gave me a false name
Now Imma love you too
You got me thinking
When you call me every
all of my energy
to tell our friends we’ve never been this happy
waiting for the glass house to come down
waiting to hear that crashing sound
waiting
Be careful, 'cause you can't trust these so called friends out here
They be jealous
What about your friends will they stay on they grind?
What
Livin' the high life, make your moves at night
Pack your heat in this war zone, niggas is trife
Runnin from one time, ain't no time to slip
Make one false
Take the authentic pieces of you
Bring them back together
And make them one again
Take false parts of you
Keep them separated
Now we have two piles
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