Lyrics:
drive a Bluebird
You got no money for the petrol, that's what I heard
And it's all right, she'll be sucking fingers all night
Wearing those shoes, oh
drive a Bluebird
You got no money for the petrol, that's what I heard
And it's all right, she'll be sucking fingers all night
Wearing those shoes, oh
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
Fill the meter crossing 25 if I'm stuck on the phone you're stuck getting me by and you
Get me higher for another night when I'm closer I'll hold you but
the likes of us, coming in here before
Laughing, singing, whiskey drinking, drifting troubadours
Living like it's always Friday night, behind that old red
the living room, she's naked on the couch
And she knows that I'm about to make her cum quick
For sixty more minutes she's gonna ride on my dick
Burning through
When you enter the harsh and
Rugged lands of Illy Philly
It was a quarter to one, friday night
Loaded up the guns, jump on the horn
Called up my son
Yea
Couple of minutes you notice the sight
You stand for my death but you sit by my side
Holding my hand but it's breaking my spine
You Here for my
It's Friday night, you ain't got work in the morning
Its time to get shit faced drunk
And go out partying with your friends
So come on lets go oh
I hadn't thought of home twice
Drive and then we drive again to an ocean
And I think I knew it then for a moment
It was Friday nights, it was
sheets
Till I got your remedy
But now it's done
I found a better me
Was hidden centuries
Start living life for me
Make it a night to remember
Promises will
la
But the years went by and the rock just died
Suzie went and left us for some foreign guy
Long nights crying by the record machine
Dreaming
the limit I don't see no ceiling, ceiling
And thank god its Friday it's the weekend, whooo
Take me to that place I wanna be, yeah
Living with no problems care
The times are tough, keep it up
Super Saiyan going off, nah for real not playing
Petty little beef that's the shit I don't I like
But Chief Keef on the AUX
I’m here to serve and run away
(To Wednesday it’s my Friday)
Roll up and excuse
The masquerade
Ain’t got a dime living in L.A.
(Now every day’s my
Watch the world go by
I feel your lips on mine
Oh, what a mess we'll make
Our future's so bright
If we're going to
Let's really go for it
What do we have
yeah (friday night yeah)
I see the bright lights, see the bright lights yeah (I see the bright lights)
I wanna get high, I wanna get by yeah (fifty five,
Oh it's another Friday night
Wild hearts come out to play
Another week gone by
Young blood running wild today
Trucks pouring in from all over town
---
Startin' Moday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Living for Jesus, Satin never was a friend
And your Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Oh, the joy he'll bring
scared of work
Love Friday night sitting in my high school winning
Heartbreak was real, I reckon it still is
Things ain't change much for small-town
leaving GA
Gonna lay in the hot sun and roll a big fat one
And grab my guitar and play
The four days flew by like a drunk Friday night
As the summer
hard to see past Friday night
She wasn't right for you
And still you feel like there's a knife sticking out of your back
And you're wondering if
whole days for more
We really like you weekends
And we're waiting for Friday at 4
So if you're looking for some fun
(Grab a drink or 21)
And now
having dinner with her family on Friday night
They're talking bout TV shows and they never really fight
I hope she never has to feel this empty
I hope
Discuss these living for friday night by pnk Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In