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Friday night again and I get a new Benz 
Bus' a left on 120th - I see you slippin' 
This nigga's in my hood tell me how can this be 
Gotta thank
getting by
The days of getting high
Whoa oh oh 

Spinning with the rhythm
In this world we'll bring
DJ's and Friday nights
And all the mornings uh
I
th street horror
Let's get naked by the laptop
Can I snap and pop
You can squeeze and then stop and be all up in that piece
I'm the late night window climber,
Fridays ain't been kind
But somehow I'll survive

Hey man I'm alive I'm takin' each day and night at a time
Yeah I'm down, but I know I'll get by
Hey
Fridays ain't been kind
But somehow I'll survive

Hey man I'm alive I'm takin' each day and night at a time
Yeah I'm down, but I know I'll get by
Hey
Fridays ain't been kind 
But somehow I'll survive 

Hey, man I'm alive I'm takin' each day and night at a time 
Yeah I'm down, but I know I'll get by
Workin' to the bone just to try to have a voice

When Friday night comes
I'm gonna turn up the noise
Like a good, good, good cowboy
Oh, yeah, alright
up my sleeve
Forget this pain that's takin' over me
I'm comin' on by my side 
Its Friday night and I'm ready to rock so bring it on 

Its over
bed

Because Friday here I come
Always your most loyal son
And I've got vengeance written in my eyes
So fill me up, hey where's the wine?
Yo pass
Fridays ain't been kind
But somehow I'll survive

Hey man I'm alive I'm takin' each day and night at a time
Yeah I'm down, but I know I'll get by
Hey
and contain all the fear
But I caught your eye on a Friday night
I removed myself and got caught up in loose nights
So ask me again yes lets meet again
You
I was raised by the good book
Learned to work hard every day
Thought that if you can't say something good
There's nothing good to say
And I
Cause I'm still fucked up from last night
But a nigga like me got the sticky
I mean I gotta have mo' weed than little bit
I need that icky sticky shit
to exaggeration
But the truth lies in my frustration
The children of the night, they all pass me by
Have to drench myself in brandy
In sleep I'll hide
But
I woke up the other day walked out to blue suburban skies,
Skies filled with dreams and butterflies
And I wondered to myself how do I fit in this
I sailed my way around the cloudy storm of God
With my addiction to the sky
And I found comfort when I´m talkin´ to myself
I want another day
live to get paid
Late night, all night jackin' on the spizot
Breakin' up a dice game or where it's hizot

(I'm a rob me some niggaz)
Mane I'm fucked up
Seven years old, everything was right
A table for four on a Friday night
Didn't see any signs of a dead end road
By the time I was ten everything
We were downtown drinking on a Wednesday night 
You know it sucks to be alone 
Then I told myself I was never going home 

When I wake up in
talking to myself

Listening to the radio

Long, long time ago

Damn near strangled by my appetite

Ybor City on a Friday night

Couldn't even stand up
storm at three a.m. Next to my fucked shuttle. Time to get walking and follow the distant sound of late night FM radio to the population quads." 
I) Mate
or suspected there was somethin up a nigga sleeve
Yeah, my baby she trusted me, she never even cussed at me
Except that Friday night when she busted me
I
left
Boy, you know me better than I know myself
And if I want it over, why am I keeping you?
(There)

My weekends are busy
Friday is girl's night, having
is loc'n with me
What the fuck?

You know, we ride
All day, all night
Pop Crist, shoot dice
Fuck hoes, for life
You know, we ride
All day, all
And it was on, Friday night the party's jumpin'
Summertime hits had the speakers straight bumpin'
And believe me even though we had no loot
Everybody knew