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Intro
Remember when nobody had to post it to prove it happened?
Verse 1
You had that Motorola with the cracked screen, green tint Group pic at Jada house, bad lighting, no filter Everybody blinkin, somebody thumb on the lens That was it, the whole night documented We ain't need receipts, just the smell of that hookah Your mom yellin from the porch that it's midnight Same hoodie three seasons straight, never said nothin You'd freestyle off the dome, I'd pretend mine wasn't written That summer felt like it would keep reloadin forever
Pre-chorus
We ain't need the proof, we was the proof Nobody saved it cause nobody thought we'd lose it
Chorus
Close friends only, but I'm not on the list no more Close friends only, the distance got comfortable You post for strangers, keep the real on the archive shelf Close friends only, and we barely know ourselves
Verse 2
Your grid look like a magazine now, every caption workshopped Ring light and a tripod in the same room Where we used to play Madden til our eyes burned I watch your stories like a stranger with a memory You muted me or I muted you, can't remember which Brand deal posts get the comments, I just hover You text me happy birthday seventeen hours late Spelled my name the way it shows in contacts Not the way you used to yell it cross the parking lot
Pre-chorus
We ain't need the proof, we was the proof Now everything's a screenshot and nothin is the truth
Chorus
Close friends only, but I'm not on the list no more Close friends only, the distance got comfortable You post for strangers, keep the real on the archive shelf Close friends only, and we barely know ourselves
Verse 3
You used to send voice notes at 2 AM just rambling Now your voice is a caption underneath a carousel I screenshot old conversations, read em back That version of you would roast the version posting now Throwback of that concert night but you cropped me out Nah, maybe the frame was just tight, I don't - I don't know Your finsta used to be the real you, messy and honest Now even that got a color palette and a theme
Bridge
I curated just as hard, I know that My page ain't no more honest than yours Posted the sessions, never the ones I canceled Showed the wins, archived the 3 AM I almost quit Who's the close friend and who's the content?
Verse 4
Your relationship blew up on the timeline that night Watched it happen panel by panel, graphic novel Screenshot, quote tweet, notes app apology The whole time I had your real number in my phone I could've called, I didn't Somebody I grew up with turned into somebody I follow Your pain was my scroll break between a meme and a recipe
Verse 5
Typed a paragraph last Tuesday in the message thread Read it twice, deleted it, typed a shorter one Deleted that too, left you on delivered six months ago The closest I get to you is a green dot You're twenty seconds of a story I watch til the ring closes Then nothing til tomorrow, same silence I wonder if you watch mine back Nah, you probably do
Chorus
Close friends only, but I'm not on the list no more Close friends only, the distance got comfortable You post for strangers, keep the real on the archive shelf Close friends only, and we don't even know ourselves
Inside the recording
Remember when nobody had to post it to prove it happened?
We ain't need the proof, we was the proof Nobody saved it cause nobody thought we'd lose it
Close friends only, but I'm not on the list no more Close friends only, the distance got comfortable
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