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"Fake Friends Forever" is the ending theme of the ninth episode of the third season of Camp Camp, "The Candy Kingpin". It is written and performed by Richie Branson.
Lyrics[]
| Shit, where do I begin |
| They don't really wanna see me win |
| Acting like they on my side but they pretend |
| So it's middle-fingers to the sky for my fake-friends |
| I used to be a reject, |
| Put that on my crew |
| They used to run from me, |
| There was nothing I could do |
| But then I got my money up |
| Now I'm the one they running to |
| Asking if I want to kick it, |
| Maybe smoke a blunt or two |
| But I tell 'em "hell nah, |
| Matter fact, fuck that |
| What, you think I'm dumb? |
| Bitch I never cut class." |
| They see I got the goods, |
| Now they tryna touch that |
| They wasn't rocking with me |
| When I had that bus pass |
| No matter if it's candy boxes |
| Or candy paint, |
| Once you taste the sweet life |
| Then they gravitate |
| They smilin' in my face |
| But I know they acting fake |
| Gotta treat 'em like a parasite |
| Time to amputate |
| True friendship is give and take, |
| But they never give |
| And when you gave it all |
| They treat you like you never lived |
| Only pay attention |
| When they see you run the (?) |
| Starin' at your pockets |
| Like they watching televi... sion |
| Shit, where do I begin |
| They don't really wanna see me win |
| Acting like they on my side but they pretend |
| So it's middle-fingers to the sky for my fake-friends |
| Every day I'm yelling "Fuck a fake friend!" |
| They don't really wanna see me win |
| Acting like they on my side but they pretend |
| So it's middle-fingers to the sky for my fake-friends |
| Hold up, let me take ten |
| Catch my breath after yelling "Fuck fake friends" |
| Shoutout to my day-ones, |
| With me through my sins |
| Started from the bottom, |
| Now we living kingpins |
| People show you real |
| When your dollar's not on fleek |
| They tend to come and go |
| Like a common allergy |
| I got a lot of sicker fans |
| Mobbing after me |
| Cause the shit I rap is gold |
| Like the chocolate factory |
| Shoutout Willy Wonka, |
| May he rest in peace |
| Every day I'm getting wilder |
| But that's just in my genes |
| Nowadays everybody |
| Tryna join the team |
| Attention's looking clean |
| But they lack the loyalty |
| That shit'll keep you up at night, |
| So I sleep in |
| Trying not to throw myself |
| Off the deep end |
| Only deal with genuine, |
| Never pretend |
| And I never let a fake motherfucker |
| Creep in |
| (Richie!) |
| Shit, where do I begin |
| They don't really wanna see me win |
| Acting like they on my side but they pretend |
| So it's middle-fingers to the sky for my fake-friends |
| Every day I'm yelling "Fuck a fake friend!" |
| They don't really wanna see me win |
| Acting like they on my side but they pretend |
| So it's middle-fingers to the sky for my fake-friends |