Kanye West - Real Friends - аккорды

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[Intro]

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[Verse 1]

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Real friends, how many of us?
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How many of us, how many jealous? Real friends
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It's not many of us, we smile at each other
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But how many honest? Trust issues
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Switched up the number, I can't be bothered
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I cannot blame you for havin' an angle
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I ain't got no issues, I'm just doin' my thing

Hope you're doin' your thing too
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I'm a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions
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Fuck the church up by drinking at the communion
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Spillin' free wine, now my tux is ruined
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In town for a day, what the fuck we doin'?
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Who your real friends? We all came from the bottom
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I'm always blamin' you, but what's sad, you're not the problem
                      C#m                             E
Damn I forgot to call her, shit I thought it was Thursday
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Why you wait a week to call my phone in the first place?
              C#m                          E
When was the last time I remembered a birthday?
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When was the last time I wasn't in a hurry?


[Bridge]

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Tell me you want your tickets when it's gametime
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Even to call your daughter on her FaceTime
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Even when we was young I used to make time
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Now we be way too busy just to make time
E
Even for my...


[Chorus]
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Real friends
                     C#m
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
E                         F#m
Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him
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I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
E                     F#m
Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him


[Verse 2]
                    C#m                   E
I couldn't tell you how old your daughter was
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Couldn't tell you how old your son is
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I got my own Jr. on the way, dawg
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Plus I already got one kid
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Couldn't tell you much about the fam though
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I just showed up for the yams though
             C#m                                E
Maybe 15 minutes, took some pictures with your sister
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Merry Christmas, then I'm finished, then it's back to business
                    C#m                       E
You wanna ask some questions 'bout some real shit?
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Like I ain't got enough pressure to deal with
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Please don't pressure me with that bill shit
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Cause everybody got 'em, that ain't children
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Oh you've been nothin' but a friend to me
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Niggas thinkin' I'm crazy, you defendin' me
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It's funny I ain't spoke to niggas in centuries
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To be honest, dawg I ain't feelin' your energy
                C#m           E
Money turn your kin into an enemy
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Niggas ain't real as they pretend to be


[Verse 3]
            C#m             E
Lookin' for all my real friends
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How many of us? How many of us are real friends
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To real friends, to the real end
                     C#m                        E
'Til the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don't spin
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To 3 A.M., callin'
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How many real friends?

Just to ask you a question
        C#m              E
Just to see how you was feelin'
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How many?

For the last you was frontin'
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I hate when a nigga text you like, "what's up, fam, oh you good?"
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You say, "I'm good" then great, the next text they ask you for somethin'
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How many?
                      C#m                   E
What's best for your family, immediate or extended
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Any argument, the media'll extend it
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I had a cousin that stole my laptop that I was fuckin' bitches on
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Paid that nigga 250 thousand just to get it from him
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Real friends
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Huh?


[Chorus]
            E    F#m
Real friends
                     C#m
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
E                         F#m
Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him
                     C#m
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
E                     F#m
Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him


[Outro]

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