Friday night your loaded up
Nothing new, you don't give a f**
Once that bottle hits your lips
Soon as the bottle hits your lips
Everything you are just turns to sh**
Your lies seem to have no end
Always seem to get f**ed in the end
I'm so sick, sick of you
Same old sh**, nothing new
Friday night your loaded up
Once you light that f**ing joint
Once you light that f**ing joint
Your feelings of love stray form the point
Your lies seem to have no end
Always seem to get f**ed in the end