歌手头像-Kanye West

Real Friends

音乐人: Kanye West

供谱者:wexman

[Intro]

C#m E F#m x4


[Verse 1]

         C#m              E
Real friends, how many of us?
             F#m                                C#m 
How many of us, how many jealous? Real friends
                E                     F#m
It's not many of us, we smile at each other
                                 C#m 
But how many honest? Trust issues
                   E                    F#m
Switched up the number, I can't be bothered
                                      C#m 
I cannot blame you for havin' an angle
                  E                       F#m
I ain't got no issues, I'm just doin' my thing

Hope you're doin' your thing too
                  C#m                     E
I'm a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions
                F#m
Fuck the church up by drinking at the communion
               C#m                   E
Spillin' free wine, now my tux is ruined
               F#m
In town for a day, what the fuck we doin'?
                  C#m                          E
Who your real friends? We all came from the bottom
                    F#m
I'm always blamin' you, but what's sad, you're not the problem
                      C#m                             E
Damn I forgot to call her, shit I thought it was Thursday
                 F#m
Why you wait a week to call my phone in the first place?
              C#m                          E
When was the last time I remembered a birthday?
              F#m
When was the last time I wasn't in a hurry?

  
[Bridge]

C#m                   E                F#m
Tell me you want your tickets when it's gametime
                                          C#m 
Even to call your daughter on her FaceTime
                  E                  F#m
Even when we was young I used to make time
                                         C#m 
Now we be way too busy just to make time
E         
Even for my...


[Chorus]
           F#m
Real friends
                     C#m
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
E                         F#m
Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him
                     C#m
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
E                     F#m
Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him


[Verse 2]
                    C#m                   E
I couldn't tell you how old your daughter was
                F#m
Couldn't tell you how old your son is
             C#m              E
I got my own Jr. on the way, dawg
        F#m
Plus I already got one kid
                   C#m                 E
Couldn't tell you much about the fam though
              F#m
I just showed up for the yams though
             C#m                                E
Maybe 15 minutes, took some pictures with your sister
                           F#m
Merry Christmas, then I'm finished, then it's back to business
                    C#m                       E
You wanna ask some questions 'bout some real shit?
                  F#m
Like I ain't got enough pressure to deal with
             C#m                         E
Please don't pressure me with that bill shit
                     F#m
Cause everybody got 'em, that ain't children
                C#m                   E
Oh you've been nothin' but a friend to me
                     F#m
Niggas thinkin' I'm crazy, you defendin' me
                   C#m                  E
It's funny I ain't spoke to niggas in centuries
               F#m
To be honest, dawg I ain't feelin' your energy
                C#m           E
Money turn your kin into an enemy
              F#m
Niggas ain't real as they pretend to be


[Verse 3]
            C#m             E
Lookin' for all my real friends
            F#m                              C#m
How many of us? How many of us are real friends
          E                 F#m
To real friends, to the real end
                     C#m                        E
'Til the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don't spin
    F#m             C#m    E
To 3 A.M., callin'
          F#m
How many real friends?

Just to ask you a question   
        C#m              E
Just to see how you was feelin'
     F#m
How many?

For the last you was frontin'
               C#m                         E
I hate when a nigga text you like, "what's up, fam, oh you good?"
 F#m                                                                      C#m    E
You say, "I'm good" then great, the next text they ask you for somethin'
     F#m
How many?
                      C#m                   E
What's best for your family, immediate or extended
       F#m
Any argument, the media'll extend it
          C#m                           E
I had a cousin that stole my laptop that I was fuckin' bitches on
           F#m                                     C#m
Paid that nigga 250 thousand just to get it from him
         E    F#m
Real friends   
    C#m
Huh?


[Chorus]
            E    F#m
Real friends   
                     C#m
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
E                         F#m
Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him
                     C#m
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
E                     F#m
Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him


[Outro]

         A      A      A
Ooo ooo ooo oo oo
         E      E      F#m
Ooo ooo ooo oo oo
         C#m    E      F#m
Ooo ooo ooo oo oo
         C#m    E      F#m
Ooo ooo ooo oo oo
         C#m    E
Ooo ooo ooo oo oo

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