how to loose A friend

So what does this say about me, what does this say about them
Pushing back and forth, maybe i never had any friends
Stabbed in the back again by you, and im left on ground just rotting
Gnawing , grinding, on my insides, breaking bones until im fabricated
In your head im the ghost that host these problems inside your bedroom walls
Of your apartment, cracks in the floor, open up you start to fall
Addicted you shifted, moods, everything changes again with you
Skidding tires on the mountain roads, everything just starts to flip
I lost my mental state back then, i need to come up grind again
Cus i know everything will work out, not gonna flex cus i havent got much now
Whats the point of talking about you having money when you dont
Whats the point of talking about these bitches when your alone
Your a ** **ing fake, you only hitting up when you want something from me
Iike studio time, recording all these beats yeah not for free
I remember when we first met you were calling me up saying that you needed me
Didnt last long man, cus every time you where ****ed up on md
Sick of you, sick of them, sick of these drugs, sick of all my friends
Cut most of them off anyway