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letra de phoney friends - k-luxuriant

[intro:]
it’s k-luxuriant, it’s lit!

[chorus:]
i don’t need more friends, please don’t recommend
i know they’re nothing more than just dead ends
would rather have more m’s, than to entertain phoney friends
yeah k’s mean for you, plate that on the wall, that’s permanent
i don’t need more friends, please don’t recommend
i know that they’re nothing more than just dead ends
would rather collect more m’s, than to entertain phoney friends
yeah k’s mean for you, plate that on the wall, that’s permanent
[verse 1:]
phoney friends are like pendulums, they come & go
i’m really tired of these stupid friends using smartphones
they’re just too simple, but funny faced tracy morgan clones
i’m asking, does anybody have an idea to get rid of those?
i might mention kendall jenner in my songs every time
now i can’t count all my money, but i started with a dime
don’t need more phonies, they no peace no sane to my mind
if you see me ignoring you up, then you ain’t worth my time
what’s hip hop? i’m shooting words that pop!
i always tend to ignore y’ll fakes, whenever i get your call
now calling me coz you were wrong, heard you thought i would fall
you been thinking all wrong, so now what if you’re about to fall?
everybody’s masked, is there somebody without holding curtain?
out here in deserts, i’m tryna blow sand i’m catching dirt
you been pushing something too far, that’s not working
i been doing everything, coz everything i thought is now working
they wanna talk, but i ain’t speaking until i get 3 bands
if i see some fakes winning then i’m deep into aggress
i blow an m every month, i don’t worry about finance
they say i look good dress good, but honestly i didn’t meant to impress
they fake so much, can somebody judge them for oscars?
and i would never love to see them in my concerts
and lately every night they become my bad stalkers
godd-mn, someone get rid of these imposters! (agh!)
[chorus:]
i don’t need more friends, please don’t recommend
i know they’re nothing more than just dead ends
would rather have more m’s, than to entertain phoney friends
yeah k’s mean for you, plate that on the wall, that’s permanent
i don’t need more friends, please don’t recommend
i know that they’re nothing more than just dead ends
would rather collect more m’s, than to entertain phoney friends
yeah k’s mean for you, plate that on the wall, that’s permanent

[verse 2:]
everyday i’m living the status i always wanted to be in
people here are so fake, i call them the false ceiling
somebody please send them to an asylum, maybe healing?
tonight i’m stacking my cash, i think it will reach the ceiling
money buying all fancy things, that i had never thought so
always dipped in black & casuals, yeah that’s my dress code
money coming like rainfall, i forgot what’s my stress though
when i’m at the mall, i’m masked & my moves are commando
i’m finding hard to believe, this sh-t’s getting old
i hardly remember these friends, all from the same mould
i understand that time is money, so i never take a loan
when they see me, they ask me to pose & look at their phones (no pics!)
i was turned villainous & i’m here laughing with harley quinn
said we do whatever we want, coz we would always win
see that ‘e’ on the songs, be careful while talking, i ain’t friendly
they tryna throw dirt but it won’t happen, i watch patiently
if they need a favour, they say “i hope you still remember me”
plate what i’m saying, “all teams are thrash except my team”
had a flight to la, said to my pa to remind me personally
there’s alot of pretenders, i’m among the trend setters i feel believed
alright i got a question on hot, “how long will they live?”
at night i wonder in my dreams, “when will they leave?”
will there be a wicked cinematic fashion or an evil eve?
it’s hard to believe all these peeps, you know what i mean
[chorus:]
i don’t need more friends, please don’t recommend
i know they’re nothing more than just dead ends
would rather have more m’s, than to entertain phoney friends
yeah k’s mean for you, plate that on the wall, that’s permanent
i don’t need more friends, please don’t recommend
i know that they’re nothing more than just dead ends
would rather collect more m’s, than to entertain phoney friends
yeah k’s mean for you, plate that on the wall, that’s permanent

- k luxuriant

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