I fantasize about this back in Chicago
Who f**in orders a f**in baked potato
How do you say "liar" in Spanish
Me no hablo
f** the Friday blues, thats the motto
And I don't care what you say
I had a better day
All your f**ing friends are lame
I'm glad I never came
I'm just a Chi-town boy with good intentions
5 am, West Lunt Ave, interventions
But where's your answers now?
You f**ing fake friend
I drove all this way
Did I mention
You missed the good times
Nothings forgiven