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