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*** Friday Night ***
Friday night gonna go get drunk
Air is feeling good, got some 40s in the trunk
Now I'm cruising down 9, I've got haze on my mind
Feeling pretty sick so I stop
Stumble in my door around quarter to 4
I see some alchohol, see some people on my floor
Then I make some Ramen soup and I get into bed
Close my eyes shut and I crash
You say that there's nothing to this shit
You say to pick up the slack
Well, I'm just messing around
So get off my back
Wake up in morning and I get out of bed
I realize my stomach's growling and it needs to be fed
So I quickly run down to the liquor store
Grab a lot of bottles and I run
Thinking of you makes me act differently
But you're always on my mind so I guess it's okay
Sometimes I know that I mess up but you say I'm just fine
And that's how I know your love is the best
-- stylee breakdown --
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