Lyrics:
put the devil inside to sleep if it takes all night
So let's get fucked up, and let's pretend we're all okay
And if you've got something that you
I'll have your money by Friday
If you can wait a day or two
If you need it now, well I'm sorry
Trust me, I need it too
Yeah
A bad day, a bad month,
to see you through my peripheral, felt like it was physical
On Sunday I have a Crown you was King
Monday through Friday I was miserable
Sinful symptoms are
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
of the night wearing that onesie with your cleavage showing
Somehow I meet all of these women that are broken by their exes
That expect for me to pick up 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
Being locked in a moral corrupt crib
Psst, missing my kid, psst, hey girl,
You want to get finger fucked tonight?
I swear I'll stick it in and up
Yeah
Running around town again
I have no idea where I am, but I'm fucked up again
Nobody is in control over me
And that's fine because I hate
much shit that's on my mind, Work for hours to get by
Then go home and drink some wine
Let's get fucked up, let's get high
Go loose on Friday night
freezin'
And Mrs. said that you would never be shit
And you don't wanna cry about dad, but you need him
I grew up so fucked, but I didn't even deep it
on friday just so I can get fucked
Buying anything you're selling please think I'm a sick cunt
Powder or pills in the bathroom come and watch me rack up
alone, had to give myself lectures
Pick myself up now, I'm down in endeavors, I've been all fucked up through the month of November
And now coming days
All them nights I spent alone I used to lay up and cry
Had a one on one wit God and that shit kept alive
Had to be honest with myself I ain't know
what I'm doing
On the alcohol
I can't
Sit around and think about
The days before I met you
Oh no
I take
Shots by myself in my room
Late at night when I'm
Yeah, I'm such a fucked up mess
I wish I wasn't bound down by anxiety and stress
It's like a war in my mind, an unwinnable game of chess
The way my
the bars
I work all day until the job gets done
I'm not working for myself but for the ones I love
And these scars upon my hands
They remind me every night
fucked up I made 4th quarter adjustments
Knocking at ya door, guess who Bernie Mac
The plot just thickened up nigga like Doja Cat
And I ain’t gotta be
Give a Fuck about the cheddar
It's a Friday and the weekend is around the corner, Whoa!
Hit the driveway, Got the Benz parked up, Time to Go
Hit my best
to outer space ya girl
Baby girl I been alone in this world
Sometimes I need to sit at the park
And sip chardonnay all day all by myself
Day shift chokin
You all up on my mind
Girl you got me fucked up
So tell me why did you
Have to switch up
I gave you everything
It's still not enough
You make it so
to get by
So she reaches for her purse, grab the bag and the needle
Tie a sock her arm and start shooting up the diesel
Had a flesh back, screwing some
"Karma came back, I had to get mine" (I had to)
I hit the cell by myself, really sick now
But this what it is when you the opposite of (6ix9ine)
A month
Yeah yeah yeah
Smoking on the shit I grew
Friday then shipped it through
Crashed out in the living room then
Woke up in a shitty mood
Little dude
with myself
Maybe cause im out here pleasing everybody else
Or maybe im just making real fucked up choices
I dont know, just keep hearing all these
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