I don't have real friends
'Cuz none of them are fake
I don't buy Gucci on the sidewalk and hope that it's great
Then come home surprised and have to differentiate
The good ones from the bad ones
The never shoulda had ones
I'm shopping that designer so I know it's legit
The kind of friends who don't know when to quit
This is an ode to friends
My life wasn't built with my own two hands
I don't understand how to steer life plans
Without my friends right by my side
My side
All my friends are high
On my list of quality
They've got character on character like I've never seen
The way they follow Jesus make a skeptic believe
I've got friends in low places
When I don't know where my faith is
They meet me at the bottom bring me up with the team
Like a Drake song back in twenty-thirteen
This is an ode to friends
My life wasn't built with my own two hands
I don't understand how to steer life plans
Without my friends right by my side
My side
Ode to friends
My life wasn't built with my own two hands
I don't understand how to steer life plans
Without my friends right by my side
My side