Worst Friday

Mmm…
Ba da ba ba
No oh… *coughs*
Uh, really?
You ain’t put in on this
But you’ve got nerve to reach for it and use
You broke me down and rolled me up
And puffed and puffed, should’ve passed
You lost my trust
You blow me
You broke my heart
You blow me
You ate my chips and you drunk my shit, you bitch
You blow my high, high
You blow my high, high
Baby you blow my high
It’s Friday and you ain’t got shit to do
But come around here and fuck up my mood
You broke me down and rolled me up
And puffed and puffed, should’ve passed
You lost my trust
You blow me
You broke my heart
You blow me (You blow me)
You ate my chips and you drunk my shit, you bitch
You blow my high, high
Boy you blow my high (You blow me baby)
You blow my high
Baby you blow my high
It feel like I been smoking on stress
And normally be smoking the best
You come around and it kills my vibe
You bring me down, yeah, every time
You pull on me like trees
And it should be trees and that’s why I’m leaving you
That’s why I’m leaving you, you
Ba ba da ba da ba, woah oh
Ba ba da ba da ba, woah oh (My mood)
Ba ba da ba da ba, woah oh
Rolled me up (and puffed and puffed)