I don't really want no friends I don't really want no friends, no I don't really want no friends, I don't really want no friends, no It's fuckin' TR3YWAY! It's King of New York, lookin' for the Queen Uh, you got the right one, mm L-let these-l-let these

Shake that shit Drop it down on it Made me get a couple bands drop it down on it Make you get a couple friends drop it down on it Turn around drop it down, drop it down on it Do it for a real nigga, do it for a boss Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin'

I heard you told your friends that I'm just not your type If that's how you really feel, then why'd you call last night? You say all I ever do is just control your life But how you gonna lie like that, how you gonna lie like that? Tell me how you 'bout

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky I see friends shakin' hands, sayin' "How do you do?" They're really saying, "I love you" I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom for me and you I

Fuck fake friends, we don't need 'em And I ain't got the time, money on my mind Only thing they're good for is leaving I'll say it to your face, fuck fake friends I've had it up to the ceiling Is there anybody real out here? Got my middle, middle up

Push me to the edge All my friends are dead I don't really care if you cry Should've saw the way she looked me in my eyes She said baby I am not afraid to, die On the real, you should've never lied All my friends are dead (yeah) You alright I'm alright

Here comes forever girl Here comes that movie scene The one you think is so cliché That moment when we kissed By the lake pouring rain I ain't no superman I'm talking about starting out as friends I'm talking about real and not pretend I'm talking about

Still got pictures of friends on the wall I suppose we aren't really friends anymore Maybe I shouldn't ever have called That thing friendly at all Get freaked out from a knock at the door When I haven't been expecting one Didn't that used to be part of

'Til you have real friends I got a million ties Old friends become strangers New friends become dangerous Never does it ever let me down I got my drank poured I got these j's rolled up No need to change clothes I'll be fine in what I got on

Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friends they remember me Hold the