7 acessos
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