| Where the fuck are my friends at?
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| Don’t bother hitting me up, I’m busy anyway
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| Where the fuck is my girl at?
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| 100 miles away exploring every frat
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| Getting dubbed like it’s payback
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| For all the fucked up shit
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| That I can’t even admit
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| I don’t care I’m just anxious
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| We got some plans to be famous
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| I don’t know if I can take this
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| Money good, but the paper faceless
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| I’m so useless, didn’t choose this
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| Feeling clueless, send me cute pics
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| Like you used to
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| Got a new life
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| That I’m getting used to
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| Drunk in my room
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| Like I’m Free Throw
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| In the back row
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| With my hopes up
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| And my head down low
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| Man I’m stressed out
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| Getting aquainted with all of my thoughts
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| Hoping I’ll turn out to be who I’m not
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| Grabbing a knife just to cut out the coms
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| My heart in the fridge where I ice out my head
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| My brain is a mess, I’d be better off dead
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| Can’t fight up the courge to end my own life
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| But find out the futures got reasons to live
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| I cannot go, but I wanna bail
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| Burried in woes, to sorrow I hail
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| I drink from the veil just to swallow my tongue
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| Maybe I’ll join up the 2−7 club, yeah
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| Where the fuck are my friends at?
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| Don’t bother hitting me up, I’m busy anyway
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| Where the fuck is my girl at?
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| 100 miles away exploring every frat
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| Getting dubbed like it’s payback
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| For all the fucked up shit
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| That I can’t even admit
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| I don’t know if I can take this
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| All my life I’ve been faceless
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| Yeah I did some things
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| I don’t want to say
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| Same as for you
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| So it goes both ways
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| Don’t need this high horse
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| You rode on in
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| It’s been too fucking long
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| Since you sang the same old song
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| To try to get my sing along
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| But don’t you ever try again
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| I’m sick of all this patience
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| That I’ve been always fading
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| And try to get back
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| But it’s never helping that
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| I can’t understand the relations
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| Between you and I
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| There’s nothing left
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| But there always something else
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| That I’m wondering
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| Why do you always come back
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| To try to get me in
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| Inside my own head
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| To try to trick myself
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| To think I love you again
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| It always works somehow
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| Until I realize
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| It’s nothing that I want now
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| It’s nothing that I need
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| But you always try to
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| Convince me |