Смотреть аккорды, текст "Real Friends"
[Intro] C#m G#m A x4 [Verse 1] C#m G#m Real friends, how many of us? A C#m How many of us, how many jealous? Real friends G#m A It's not many of us, we smile at each other C#m But how many honest? Trust issues G#m A Switched up the number, I can't be bothered C#m I cannot blame you for havin' an angle G#m A I ain't got no issues, I'm just doin' my thing Hope you're doin' your thing too C#m G#m I'm a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions A Fuck the church up, I'm drinkin' at the communion C#m G#m Spillin' free wine, now my tux is ruined A In town for a day, what the fuck we doin'? C#m G#m Who your real friends? We all came from the bottom A I'm always blamin' you, but what's sad, you're not the problem C#m G#m Damn I forgot to call her, shit I thought it was Thursday A Why you wait a week to call my phone in the first place? C#m G#m When was the last time I remembered a birthday? A When was the last time I wasn't in a hurry? [Bridge] C#m G#m A Tell me you want your tickets when it's gametime C#m Even to call your daughter on her FaceTime G#m A Even when we was young I used to make time C#m Now we be way too busy just to make time G#m A Even for my... [Hook] (A) Real friends C#m I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? G#m A Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him C#m I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? G#m A Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him [Verse 2] C#m G#m I couldn't tell you how old your daughter was A Couldn't tell you how old your son is C#m G#m I got my own Jr. on the way, dawg A Plus I already got one kid C#m G#m Couldn't tell you much about the fam though A I just showed up for the yams though C#m G#m Maybe 15 minutes, took some pictures with your sister A Merry Christmas, then I'm finished, then it's back to business C#m G#m You wanna ask some questions 'bout some real shit? A Like I ain't got enough pressure to deal with C#m G#m Please don't pressure me with that bill shit A Cause everybody got 'em, that ain't children C#m G#m Oh you've been nothin' but a friend to me A Niggas thinkin' I'm crazy, you defendin' me C#m G#m It's funny I ain't spoke to niggas in centuries A To be honest, dawg I ain't feelin' your energy C#m G#m Money turn your kin into an enemy A Niggas ain't real as they pretend to be [Verse 3] C#m G#m Lookin' for all my real friends A C#m How many of us? How many of us are real friends G#m A To real friends, to the real end C#m G#m 'Til the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don't spin A C#m G#m To 3 A.M., callin' A How many real friends? Just to ask you a question C#m G#m Just to see how you was feelin' A How many? For the last you was frontin' C#m G#m I hate when a nigga text you like, "what's up, fam, oh you good?" A C#m G#m You say, "I'm good" then great, the next text they ask you for somethin' A How many? C#m G#m What's best for your family, immediate or extended A Any argument, the media'll extend it C#m G#m I had a cousin that stole my laptop that I was fuckin' bitches on A C#m Paid that nigga 250 thousand just to get it from him G#m A Real friends C#m Huh? [Hook] G#m A#m Real friends C#m I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? G#m A Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him C#m I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? G#m A Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him