[INTRO]
Yo, they're not your friends
No, they're bobbleheads
See they widdle waddle wit no sorrow watch em bobble


[VERSE1]

_Hopefully you got friends you can trust
Not pretend grins who's ends are what they lust

Cuz those limbs must be cut ya limp loves the crutch
But it's better to roll limbless than jump the clutch

Some are a plus but more are parasites actin nice
Playin down terror-spite while raisin the crown

They're on ya good side but they're weighin it down
So if you do capsize their lies're prayin you drown

They might stick a hand out but oops butterfingers
Hover-linger, here's another ringer, you jump hoops

Dog, pull another trick to sustain them
But after one favor you can't really blame them

For their dependence as a core to their presence
You feel responsible if you remove em though their obstacles

_They are not for you, they have not been true
For every friend that gotchu is a borrowed tin apostle


[CHORUS]

Yo,
_When you call they click but when they need somethin who's hollerin?
They're not your friends

_Don't even bother with.. people who take but never try to give
But they still claim they got you

No,
_Blank and nondescript.. only when shook will they nod their head
They're bobbleheads

_Don't even bother with.. those who fake the life they live
See they widdle waddle wit no sorrow watch em bobble


[VERSE 2]

_Hollow, halo.. tomatto, tomato
Motto enabled, often times the nicest's the sado

_When it comes to mind pay no or keep payin
And complyin, that's why the Mayans are deep layin

_Betrayin, a universal constant
Gotta love the sun but one day we'll be its boxed lunch

_But that's inevitable, what I speak of can be
Prevented at will trust in only friends that are real

Concealed hate percolates say no yes men
You need feedback or else there's no progression

Bobbleheads'll nod instead right to their death bed
And you'd think from noddin off that they'd be well rested

_But many a sleepless hour may seep their power
They lack the confidence, hence, they're seen as cowards

Leeches for crumbs of ya loaf they approach, they think
theyre stuntin and they're right cuz they're stuntin ya growth


[CHORUS]


[BRIDGE]

Yo, appeasin you defeatin you by misleading you
[They're not your kin]

_They're deceivin you see them through they're see-through
[When ya gone they claim they got you]

No, never frank or quick only when tapped will they nod their head
[They're bobbleheads]

_No acknowledgin people faker than collogen
[See they riddle rattle, point the arrow, watch em babble]



[VERSE 3]

_Narrow minded, self-interest sided
_What have they provided that you haven't guided?

If you were indicted, would they say that you might've,
And play the misguided, then show you the dust before you bite it?

_If you ever collided, would it be fixable
Or would it fall flat like a simple 2 dimensional?

_A hole in the hull will show their soul's role
_Once the ship is sinkin is it exit left their thinkin?

_True friends will encourage and motivate
_(yea) Loose ends never flourish and cultivate

But with hidden enemies they garnish and marinate
Then bake at a low simmer when it's hot it's yo dinner

_Now that's food for thought but what about for soul
I need more than fried chicken and rolls, the doubt is cold

_What are me and you amountin to, I'll count the toll
If you widdle waddle there's no sorrow go and bobble