All My Friends
Snakehips Lyrics

We open with the vultures, kissing the cannibals
Starting off in a dark place surrounded by danger, with people who you cannot trust and who may pretend to love you but have ill intentions towards you.

Sure I get lonely, when I'm the only only human in the heaving heat of the animals
Being lonely is unavoidable when surrounded by people you cannot trust, who are only focused on their own interests, and who act like wild animals.

Bitter brown salt, stinging on my tongue and I / I will not waiver, heart will not wait its turn / It will beat, it will burn, burn, burn your love into the ground / With the lips of another
The bitterness of betrayal is tangible and hard to swallow, but I will not falter in my decision to move on, and my heart will continue to love fiercely even in the face of disappointment and heartbreak. But it's clear that your love wasn't enough and I am moving on, even if it means finding love elsewhere.

Do you get lonely? Sure, I get lonely, sometimes
Being alone and feeling abandoned is a common human experience, even if you pretend like you're perfectly fine and happy all the time.

All my friends are wasted / And I hate this club / Man, I drink too much / Another Friday night I've wasted / My eyes are black and red / I'm crawling back to your bed
Feeling stuck in a cycle of partying and drinking with people who may not truly care, and realizing that the only place you truly feel safe is with the person you trust and love the most, even if that person has caused you pain in the past.

I hate the bar / Pharmacy addict hit the Wall Street traffic, took the car / We reinvent the wheel just to fall asleep at it, skrrr / Crash on the floor, catch the zzz's (uh) / Poppin' the polar opposite to the NZT (uh) / Hip-hop and the propaganda say they name brand (name brand) / But I done seen how the, did my main man (main man) / The nights we won't remember / Are the nights we won't remember / I'll be gone 'til November / All my city calls me Simba / Dreams are made for cages, nigga / Lions are for real, nigga / Dying is for real, niggas dying off of pills, nigga / Fridays are for chill and I escaped the treachery / I just had to rest in peace the recipe
Being tired of the party lifestyle and the danger and addiction that comes with it, seeing through the illusions of fame and branding, and recognizing that sometimes the most unforgettable nights are ones that we cannot remember, but the consequences are all too real. Sometimes, escaping this lifestyle and resting in peace is the only option.

Do you get lonely? / Sure, I get lonely some nights / When the angels on my shoulder / Slumber and I'm stuck here with the vultures / Hissing and circling / You didn't call me, (call me, call me, call me)
Being alone is particularly hard when there is an absence of guidance and positive influences, and it is easy to feel lost and surrounded by predators. The feeling of abandonment is compounded when the person you were hoping for, who could have been your angel, fails to reach out to you.

All my friends are wasted (all my friends are wasted) / And I hate this club / Man, I drink too much (I drink too much) / Another Friday night I've wasted / My eyes are black and red / I'm crawling back to your bed
Feeling stuck in a cycle of partying and drinking with people who may not truly care, and realizing that the only place you truly feel safe is with the person you trust and love the most, even if that person has caused you pain in the past.