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