Left the studio late last night
And was setting myself up to have a cocoa and sleep tight
When I get a text, an invite from a mate of mine
To one of the best experiences of your whole entire life
I thought about it, opened Google Maps and perused
And fifteen minutes later I was on the 2 4 2
Get to the open door, there's vomit on the floor
Looks like it's [?]
And then I walked, freshly mascara-ed and really short
To the front room through the smoke, I think I need a tour
There's a girl with her head in her hands
Cause she opened her results and she just flopped her exams
Yeah, you've got the scams with their [?] brands
And their scuffed up Vans
Skating down the stairs, acting like a man
And I can't seem to find my friends
I'm snaking through the crowd, and I've been offered a bend
By a dealer from Crowchbend, whose trying to pretend
That his little bitty thing is worth way more than my 5 or 10
Bullsh**!
I can't seem to find my friends
I can't seem to find my friends
I can't seem to find my friends
Yo, where the f** are my friends
I'm no judgmental individual
I'm so real and you're all fictional
Stevens, Jens, and Bens all drinking Glenn's
And I've been on my phone since half past 10