G, Bebe I got you



Friends come and go, friends come and go

Go like the seasons

I never know, I never know

What to believe in

And It's getting old, it's getting old

But no hard feelings

'Cause friends come and go, friends come and go

Without a reason

And I, I've been in L.A. for way too long

Can't get this air inside my lungs

It feels like I'm suffocatin' from

All the lack of the realness here



Is there anybody real out here?

Got my middle middle up

While I'm singing