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.

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Writer(s): ANTHONY CALEB FOLLOWILL, IVAN NATHAN FOLLOWILL, JARED FOLLOWILL, MATTHEW FOLLOWILL