Lyrics:
should be love not hatred
We all got a little bit of greed in us
Black Friday a day dedicated to the greed it's fucked
People stepping over people just
fucking blow up
I've been chasing this dream for so long
Lost track of myself
I've been so wrong
Write these songs just to make up for my wrongs
Chased by
at me, I know I fucked up big
But I don't wanna say I'm sorry, I don't wanna make amends
Every bad decision I just say, I forget
At the end of the day, I
what for?
And all I did was make time
But I ain't take enough for myself
Just doin' shit for everybody else
I ain't hardly even by myself
Family
for an impression
So my life been
Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Devil gon and come and
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
to leave you behind
Cause then what's the point of wanting to make you mine
I just pass the time by getting high
By numbing my mind yeah its Friday night
But
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
I fuck your hoe on a Friday night know that I'll have that bitch gone by the weekend
My cellular it stay on DND I don't even like when my phone keep
Friday (Friday)
It's my birthday bitch it's my day (My day)
I'm finna turn up my way
Only at night is when I play
For tonight you're not a saint
Going
Friday night
I was rocking to the beat, feeling all right
Everybody was dancing on the floor
Doing all the things they never did before
And then this
Friday night
I was rocking to the beat, feeling all right
Everybody was dancing on the floor
Doing all the things they never did before
And then this
see how far god take
Ion play by the rules, this my way
Ian trusting nobody that's 2 faced, be with them killers who shoot up in broad day
Grew up in
or plays yet
She said shits okay
Cause life is fucked it comes in phases
She use to hit me up every night in impatient
Ever fight with yourself in the mirror
need you under covers
Don't even hit my line
I'm making it myself
As days bleed into nights
Ooh ooh ooh
As days bleed into nights
I need you by side
the clay, always cooking
Gone late night, cook the keys in the kitchen
Give me nine ounces
Lemme get up on a mission
Make my damn green
So I can be like you
the clay, always cooking
Gone late night, cook the keys in the kitchen
Give me nine ounces
Lemme get up on a mission
Make my damn green
So I can be like you
simulated
It's insinuated by the fact that everything is fabricated
Bakeracted
Now I know that I'm how Baker acted
So they found him layin' by the TV static
baby got a short fuse rein it in or take 'em off
Friday nights I'm waiting long
N' saturdays we takin' off
Sunday might be by myself
In my room
I'm
working out
Get some help
Sometimes I wanna just give it up and throw it all away
It's been days
Don't wanna be by myself
If I'm stuck in this place
Get me
bits
By some Pollock I know in Evergreen Park and dip them in the potion
And drop them in Buckingham Fountain at 3:13 on Friday morning.
And then
bits
By some Pollock I know in Evergreen Park and dip them in the potion
And drop them in Buckingham Fountain at 3:13 on Friday morning.
And then
worlds in the same location and
One day we ended up speaking
And I would talk about college, she would talk about meetings
And how she's planning
Please stay with me I need you by my side
And bring me back to this Friday night
I could destroy your self like a shell
So you shouldn’t bother me I'm
over cow dung?
Everybody should wanna achieve greater
But how you gonna make it when your city breed haters? (That's fucked up)
We neighbors in the same
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