Find My Friends

Left the studio late last night And was setting myself up to have a cocoa and sleep tight When I get a text, an invite from a mate of mine To one of the best experiences of your whole entire life I thought about it, opened Google Maps and perused And fifteen minutes later I was on the 2 4 2 Get to the open door, there's vomit on the floor Looks like it's And then I walked, freshly mascara ed and wearing shorts To the front room through the smoke, I think I need a tour There's a girl with her head in her hands Cause she opened her results and she just flopped her exams Yeah, you've got the scams with their Hilfiger brands And their scuffed up Vans Skating down the stairs, acting like a man And I can't seem to find my friends I'm snaking through the crowd, and I've been offered a bend By a dealer from Crowchbend, whose trying to pretend That his little bitty thing is worth way more than my 5 or 10 Bullshit I can't seem to find my friends I can't seem to find my friends I can't seem to find my friends Yo, where the fuck are my friends I'm no judgmental individual I'm so real and you're all fictional Stevens, Jens, and Bens all drinking Glenn's And I've been on my phone since half past 10 I keep thinking how this is long for my life When it took me 30 minutes to get here And it'll take me 45 to get back on the 205 At whatever time I decide to give up on this weird vibe Let's see then, what have we got here Mom's old harem pants, a wannabe Brittney Spears Incense sticks and a casket of warm beers An iPod shuffle playing some tracks and some tears for fears I can't seem to find my friends I'm snaking through the crowd and I'm being asked for some head By a dirty little geezer who thinks he's got cred Being real in 20 years, I'll probably be dead like I said I can't seem to find my friends I can't seem to find my friends I can't seem to find my friends Yo, where the fuck are my friends I can't seem to find my friends I can't seem to find my friends I can't seem to find my friends Yo, where the fuck are my friends I'm no judgmental individual I'm so real and you're all fictional Stevens, Jens, and Bens all drinking Glenn's And I've been on my phone since half past 10 I can't find my friends Where the fuck are my friends I can't find my friends Where the fuck are my friends I can't find my friends Where the fuck are my friends I can't find my friends