Taylor Bennett - Real Friends (remix) lyrics

[Intro] Real friends, real friends, real friends [Hook] How many of ’em? How many judge us? How many love us? Real friends Put ’em above you, but know you can’t trust them So how can you love them? God damn [Verse] I know it’s different to see your friends in the magazines When he was hating on you for n***as just being clean And started trapping and capping on n***as just to feed What it meant to be realer than n***as next to me Lived a dream to sell a dream, that’s the recipe The rest of me always questioning what was destiny Living life on a verge while fate addressing me Led to depression, progression, and losing sympathy A black kid with talent gifted with special needs That takes advantage of what was handed by family trees Daddy boy, the politician is stressed to be Hercules, a son of god, but in distant seas In a movie, Chicago; a murder’s every scene Knowing himself, but know risking is losing everything But loves music and views it as God’s testing scheme A testimony for testing blessings so effortlessly Wait, switch up the number I can be dialed, I been up writing I ain’t a child This is survival, so now I’m an idol Oh, you a psychic? Now you a prophet I think I got a real friends, real friends, real friends… Real friends, don’t want to hurt them, but how do you want them Even when you ain’t earn them? Real friends You know that you love them, but how can you trust them And hope you don’t crush them? God damn Look, nowadays, we play vinyls Look, nowadays… Look, nowadays, we play vinyls The rich-y kids always hate Lionel Cheap drinks, so in sync with deep silence Used to greet violence with pink violets and knee shiners Now these, minus the renovators and pathfinders Find myself in the deepest thoughts of my last writings Never take a second to count a blessing, the past timings How I pa** fires with pacifiers, you’re not inspired? My new sh** sounds like “who’s this and who’s the writer?” God don’ laced me with a gift I hope you can decipher I ride waves and stargaze and keep writing the bible A mean all this, sleep artist, I’m knowing they calling Yep, now picture me balling Forty rings and forty chains for them just like New Orleans My pressure deep, I hope my breath cause the label’s who told me It’s all about perception, resting and waking that morning Sleeping, thieving, even speaking leaving when others is mourning When cops k**ing kids, kids k**ing kids, that’s just what it is Mind your buis’, you’re behind the fence You’re protected And from the outside in, i’m imprisoned I lack vision, the masked mission My ambitions is fact-titious with bad b**hes Real friends, real friends [Hook] How many of us? How many judge us? How many love us? Real friends Put ’em above you, but know you can’t trust ’em So how can you love ’em? God damn [Outro] Real friends, even for your real friends Real friends…