Friday night your loaded up

Nothing new, you don't give a fuck

Once that bottle hits your lips

Soon as the bottle hits your lips

Everything you are just turns to shit

Your lies seem to have no end

Always seem to get fucked in the end

I'm so sick, sick of you

Same old shit, nothing new

Friday night your loaded up

Once you light that fucking joint

Once you light that fucking joint

Your feelings of love stray form the point

Your lies seem to have no end

Always seem to get fucked in the end