Kanye West – Real Friends (Guitar)

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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

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I'm a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions

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Fuck the church up, I'm drinkin' 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

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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?

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When was the last time I remembered a birthday?

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When was the last time I wasn't in a hurry?

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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

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Even for my...

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I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?

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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?

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Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him

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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

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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

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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

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Money turn your kin into an enemy

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Niggas ain't real as they pretend to be

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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

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'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?

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Just to see how you was feelin'

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How many?

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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?

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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?

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Real friends   

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I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?

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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?

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Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him