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Finally realizing some of my friends aren’t really my friends
“I’ll always be there”, what was that, come again
Weren’t you the one listening to all talk behind my back
Weren’t you the one treating me different because I’m black
But if I confront you about it then I’m the bad guy
Losing your temper under pressure every time I ask why
I mean did you really think I wouldn’t notice
Yeah this is about you and yeah I wrote this
The root of all my hard feelings so I’m sorry but you gotta go
I used to love you but I have too much on my mind to let it go

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