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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
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