Old friends in better times. When the sun got big, and the night came down, We used to share a drink - and let the demons out. We let the good times rock, you made the bad times roll We used to laugh a lot, you had a lot of soul. And when the going got

We're only good 'cause you can have almost famous friends Besides, we've got such good fashion sense We're only good for the latest trend It's just past 8 and I'm feeling young and reckless The ribbon on my wrist says, "do not open before Christmas"

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

Take yourself a friend Keep 'em till the end Whether woman or man It makes you feel so good Well, I'm looking at you And I'm wondering what you're gonna do Looks like you got no friends No one to stick with you till the end

On the floor? If he ain't Let me know Lemme see if you can run it, run it Girl indeed I can run it, run it I got friends and you got friends They hop out and you hop in I look fly and they jockin'

I got some good friends that live down the street Got a good looking woman with her arms 'round me Here in a small town, where it feels like home It's the weight that you carry from the the things that you think you want I've got everything I need and

Nobody compares to you There's gotta be some way to get you to want me like before 'Cause no one ever looks so good in a dress And it hurts 'cause I know you won't be mine tonight Now all my friends say it's not really worth it But even if that's true

Better find this all And I found out where it's all at And I want it all Forgot it all Crafty friends where'd they all go Try and find but no one ever knows You fall down makes you want to stay Who the hell would want to anyway Well I'm leaving

Everybody two-step in the motherfucker, what? Leave your sorrow on the table Pick up your worries and throw them out the window You don't gotta let your friends know There's so much trouble to get into Let's go, let go Two-step in the motherfucker, yeah

I ain't hit your baby mama, I hit her with the curveball I don't need no friends, I just wanna win I got this new Benz and it's all I need She listen to her friends, they wanna get in She don't understand that they'll slob on me If I let 'em, ain't gon'