Camila Cabello, Swae Lee – Real Friends
No, I think I’ll stay in tonight
Skip the conversations and the «Oh, I’m fines»
No, I’m no stranger to surprise
This paper town has let me down too many times
Why do I even try? Give me a reason why
I thought that I could trust you, never mind
Why all the switching sides? Where do I draw the line?
I guess I’m too naive to read the signs
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends (real friends)
All they ever do is let me down
Every time I let somebody in
Then I find out what they’re all about
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends (real friends)
Wonder where they’re all hidin’ out (hidin’ out)
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends (real friends)
Gotta get up out of this town
Oh, ohhh
Ohhh, ah
Just slow for a reason
Sit down afraid, pretty easy
Stayin’ down ‘till the world ends
Kill trips on the weekend
I pack more than suits in my suitcases
All this cash, that’s friendly faces
Been movin’ fast, I’m racin’
Get up, you’re going places
Every day, tryna maintain
Same old me, ain’t a damn thing change
Real friends screaming, «Gang, gang, gang»
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends (Real friends)
All they ever do is let me down
Every time I let somebody in
Then I find out what they’re all about (all about)
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends (real friends)
Wonder where they’re all hidin’ out (hidin’ out)
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends (real friends)
Gotta get up out of this town
(Real friends)
Oh, ohhh
Lookin’ for some real friends
Yeah!
I just wanna talk about nothin’
With somebody that means something
Spell the names of all our dreams and demons
For the times that I don’t understand
Tell me what’s the point of a moon like this
When I’m alone again
Can I run away to somewhere beautiful
Where nobody knows my name?
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends
All they ever do is let me down
And I let somebody in
But I find out what they’re all about
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends (real friends)
All they ever do is let me down
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends (real friends)
Gotta get up out of this town, yeah
Spend a fortune with my real friends
Good gas, what we breathe in (oh, ohhh)
Pop corns with some real friends
Killin’ the scene, yeah (ohhh, ah)
[?] with my real friends
Gotta surround myself with (ohhh, ah)
You have to have my back (ah)
Lookin’ like my real friends