Downtown’s dead without you Girls walk by and friends say hi Then Friday night it might as well be just another Tuesday night without you As long as you’re still in my head There ain’t a way that I can paint a ghost town red Downtown’s dead, downtown’s

16 bars, no filler Man wanna end my career I see bare fuckboys, no killers Thinking you're big, I'm bigger Think my white friends can say nigga? And I'll stand here like that's jigga?

There's nothing to lose There's nothing to gain When no one knows your name But the days don't seem to change My notebook will explain And I can't fight the pain Need more friends with wings All the angels I know Put concrete in my veins

(Because your kiss) your kiss is on my list My friends wonder why I call you all of the time What can I say I don´t feel the need to give such secrets away You think maybe I need help, no, I know that I´m right I´m just better off not listening to

We used to be friends What have I become to you I don't understand Turn it backwards For me to hurt When everything else is fading We used to be inner circle Take my good word Turn your back on me

There's no afterlife you don't come back from death So when you leave this earth, when your heart stops you'll see There's no choir of angels there's no gods to meet But let me tell you my friends that when it ends it just ends I know you feel like

The monarchy of roses Several of my best friends wear, The colors of the crown And Mary wants to fill it up, And Sherry wants to tear it all back down, girl The savior of your light The monarchy of roses tonight We all want the rose you know

You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your Make money, take money! Why you trickin on them other hoes? Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be friends Let's be friends (where my niggas at, where my bitches at?) Where my people

Haters gon' say it's fake If you know what's good And they ain't leavin' till six in the morning (six in the morning) (If you know what's good) (If you know what's good) come on And no, this ain't the clean version Your friends, my friends All my haters

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