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Close Friends lyrics
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Intro
Two forty seven, blue ring on the story Phone at thirty eight, watching your inventory
Verse 1
DM came from a number I forgot Screen recording of a song I never dropped Selfie with my voice, you smiling at the top Brickell light blue, posted on the rooftop Twenty seconds in, the part I never copped Take three, the one I told my engineer to lock Holding that for August, that was my flop You ain't ask, you put me on your block
Prechorus
Scrolling, scrolling, every face a little proof Group chat lighting, asking, is this you Headphones on, no truth Battery dying, twenty four to two
Chorus
You posted me on Close Friends to flex Said it was support, the timestamps said it was reach Three dots typing, never hit send How you make a leak feel like a recommend Close Friends, Close Friends, who's the audience tonight Close Friends, Close Friends, you ain't on my list inside You posted me on Close Friends to flex Said it was support, the timestamps said it was reach
Verse 2
Mariah said the screenshot came through Tasha Tasha got it from a cousin in Atlanta Snippet had a file name, lava I named that file lava on my laptop, mama This ain't accident, this metadata You opened up my Logic, you a problem Half the homies saying, bro it's free promo Other half just praying-hand slow-mo
Prechorus
Niko texted, this might break you Sasha said block her, every link, every loop Headphones on, no truth Battery dying, twenty four to two
Chorus
You posted me on Close Friends to flex Said it was support, the timestamps said it was reach Three dots typing, never hit send How you make a leak feel like a recommend Close Friends, Close Friends, who's the audience tonight Close Friends, Close Friends, you ain't on my list inside
Verse 3
Now the sound is trending in a niche DSP calling, A and R wanna fish Manager said, leaks the new release, don't trip But I trip, I trip, I trip on the lip Trip on the rumor that the leak was a gift Trip on the love I traded for the click Trip on the lock screen, fourteen quick Writing every password in invisible ink
Bridge
Ping. Ping. Ping. The pulse of mistrust. Ping. Ping. Ping. She loved me in the stories, not in person Loved me in the algorithm, not the verse Loved me when the headphones came off When the camera died first
Verse 4
Then the text came, babe, that was support Three blue paragraphs, heart in the corner Read it in the car, heater on warmer Forty one north on the I-95 border I just wanted them to see you close Period at the end, the part I won't notice Paranoia already filed the report Receipts were closing arguments in court
Verse 5
Sitting in a blank Logic session Cursor blinking like it's asking a question Every collab got a marketing dimension Every kiss a chess move with a pension Maybe I'm paranoid at four eleven And the saddest part is I'm probably given
Chorus
You posted me on Close Friends to flex Said it was support, the timestamps said it was reach Three dots typing, never hit send How you make a leak feel like a recommend Close Friends, Close Friends, who's the audience tonight Close Friends, Close Friends, you ain't on my list inside You posted me on Close Friends to flex Said it was support, the timestamps said it was reach
Outro
Two forty seven became four eleven Battery at six, too tired for revenge Hard stop on the file, hard stop on the friend
Inside the recording
Two forty seven, blue ring on the story Phone at thirty eight, watching your inventory
Scrolling, scrolling, every face a little proof Group chat lighting, asking, is this you
Two forty seven became four eleven Battery at six, too tired for revenge
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