I got a friend, Shows me all the good times, Tells me I look better, Chews me up and spits me out, And then walks my ass home. And sings a song, When I'm gone, gone, gone. A little friend, Shoots me up and downtown, When I can't get me drunk enough, To bring me out the pieces, Of a place I call home. To sing a song, 'Til I'm gone, gone, gone. Gone Gone Gone I've got a friend, Help me to get up again, Showers me in bruises, Tells me I got a big old dick, And she wants my asshole. To sing a song, 'Til I'm gone, gone, gone You know son! Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone.
Written by: ANTHONY CALEB FOLLOWILL, IVAN NATHAN FOLLOWILL, JARED FOLLOWILL, MATTHEW FOLLOWILL
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