Lyrics:
sleeping next to Dave (d-d-d-d-dave)
Day 'n' night workin' at Walgreen's
Just to end up in the pow' next to some tall trees (woah)
Hands on all these pills
put on by Saratoga presbytyrian church every Friday night at 6:00 Pm
Free movies and popcorn, movies like titan etc
Please come visit
Miss you
These
call
Monday through Friday we get fucked up Friday through Sunday
We need a moti, pass me the cup I’m going crazy
Find me some plans, embarrass
& praying that one day its gone be alright
His friends ain't down, got him fucked up
They wan' with him, until his come up
Ain't no telling what run through
It was a Friday night, I went to party by myself
Nobody picked up the phone just to hear if I was well
Nobody wants me around, that is something I
about the
Fucked-up day that I had hell is
What it was! I'm used to arguing with
My girl on a daily basis
But finding out that she fucked Drake was
my story, you know what I'm sayin'
And then uh, I remember Cole did it, when did he do it?
He was on Friday Night Lights?
Nah nah, he did it
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di posse, Fugee comin'
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di posse, Fugee comin'
might as well call me a Messiah
High speed chase from the jakes doing 120 almost fucked up the tires
Almost fucked up the tires
They know that shit get
Monday an I'm still hung over
Tuesday my boss finna bend me over
Wednesday and I'm like three days sober
Thursday and Friday is getting closer
Ooo
to spare
So who are we to trust anyone?
And that's what's fucked up
We gon' end up by ourselves and not each other
And that's a fuck up
Damn, love
the time’s right we can make the jump
That’s what I tell myself although the day may never come
Bumping ATLiens gave her space to run
Wailin' tryna figure out
my name
Lil Boy get fucked over I don't even gotta go pay respects
Another Friday by myself all alone but nowadays everybody hitting my phone
No I.D
got me feeling fucked up
Tell me why I have to get so high
So fucking much it be tearing my lungs up
Sounds like I'm smoking two packs a day
Everyday
coming by
Last Friday night, she said I'm gonna put my mind away
Feels like I could die any day
I think I'm not okay
But
Last Friday night, she said I
unavailable
Tied it up in with my worth
Turned into Fridays where I would go to bed around five
After recording all day and tending socials all night
It made me
said come lift me up.)
I was on a Tuesday, you were on a Friday. (Friday)
Always lookin’ so good on your worst days. (Worst days)
You were always lookin’
said come lift me up.)
I was on a Tuesday, you were on a Friday. (Friday)
clways lookin' so good on your worst days. (Worst days)
You were always lookin'
a rush now
They goin’ pile on its a touch down
You’re day ones share the same blood or they will bleed too
Got me fucked up
Ey’ yo generation don’t know
wanted your attention. And you ta take these inches. Wud put cho legs up by my head them deeper strokes was fittin. Wud grab yo waist pick up the pace
Glock laid on the table
Day by day closer to fatal
This open Bible ain't savin' me
When it's covered all in this Hennessey
But I pick myself back up
Friday
(Niggas ain`t got shit to do)
(So we gon` get fucked up)
Who dat?
[Verse 1]
Bert and Hussein, back to back now that`s flammable
Smokin` ya
Woah
Woah
Haha
Woah
All night
We talkin all night
I can't feel my self
Shit what's in my cup
I'm so fucked up
It's a gift an a curse
Just trying
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