Find My Friends - GIRLI

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 its owner must have smoked a dodgy score

And then I walk, freshly mascara-ed and re-chalked

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 Stans 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’m being offered a Benz

By a dealer from Crowch End, 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 Britney Spears

Incense sticks and a casket of warm beers

An iPod shuffle playing SBTRKT and 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 he’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