Fri-ends
All of my, all of my friends
All of my, all of my friends, yeah
All of my, all of my friends
All of my—
Bad lil' thing used to hold my hand, yeah
Dwell inside a room, feelin' like I be Stan
Made cold plays 'till I get my bands
How I think it be when the shit begins
Fooked, boy needin' food
Know I'll be straight when I'm bent off the juice
Too blue
My Honda blue
Polo the shoes
Fill up the room
All of my friends
Used to be close
Now where'd they go?
God only knows
Out gettin' stoned
Out on they own
We only talk
When liquor involved
Oh, yeah
All of my, all of my friends wantin' the week to end
All of my, all of my friends wantin' the week to end
All of my, all of my friends
All of my, all of my friends
All of my, all of my friends wantin' the week to end
Ooh
Saved by the bell, I'm about to make these moves, oh, yeah
Ooh
Hit up my boot like "bring the juice through," oh, yeah
Hop in the same old clothes
Black from head to toe
Link with my bros
Mickey be ready to go
Hope I ain't dyin' alone
Hittin' up Mongo for the gains, yeah
Big meal 'fore you get brainless
Friday has its stages
My chest still be racin', yeah
Impatient, done with the waitin'
This high like a mini vacation
Pulled up, excuse my lateness
Goin' numb on a weekly basis
All of my, all of my friends wantin' the week to end
All of my, all of my friends wantin' the week to end
All of my, all of my friends
All of my, all of my friends
All of my, all of my friends wantin' the week to end
Friday need a endin'
Really can't tell where you endin' up
Don't put me in yo' mentions
I don't wanna see it when I'm wakin' up
Last night did the most, now my body got no ghost
This lil' hobby's gettin' old
Said that's not me, just a clone
Oh
She knows better than to mess with a dude like me
Oh
All my friends said she the type to mess around and leave
Oh
She knows better, she knows better, she knows better
Yeah
I'm not bitter, I'm not bitter, I'm not bitter
All of my, all of my friends wantin' the week to end
All of my, all of my friends wantin' the week to end
All of my, all of my friends
All of my, all of my friends
All of my, all of my friends wantin' the week to end
All of my, all of my friends, yeah
All of my, all of my friends
All of my—
Bad lil' thing used to hold my hand, yeah
Dwell inside a room, feelin' like I be Stan
Made cold plays 'till I get my bands
How I think it be when the shit begins
Fooked, boy needin' food
Know I'll be straight when I'm bent off the juice
Too blue
My Honda blue
Polo the shoes
Fill up the room
All of my friends
Used to be close
Now where'd they go?
God only knows
Out gettin' stoned
Out on they own
We only talk
When liquor involved
Oh, yeah
All of my, all of my friends wantin' the week to end
All of my, all of my friends wantin' the week to end
All of my, all of my friends
All of my, all of my friends
All of my, all of my friends wantin' the week to end
Ooh
Saved by the bell, I'm about to make these moves, oh, yeah
Ooh
Hit up my boot like "bring the juice through," oh, yeah
Hop in the same old clothes
Black from head to toe
Link with my bros
Mickey be ready to go
Hope I ain't dyin' alone
Hittin' up Mongo for the gains, yeah
Big meal 'fore you get brainless
Friday has its stages
My chest still be racin', yeah
Impatient, done with the waitin'
This high like a mini vacation
Pulled up, excuse my lateness
Goin' numb on a weekly basis
All of my, all of my friends wantin' the week to end
All of my, all of my friends wantin' the week to end
All of my, all of my friends
All of my, all of my friends
All of my, all of my friends wantin' the week to end
Friday need a endin'
Really can't tell where you endin' up
Don't put me in yo' mentions
I don't wanna see it when I'm wakin' up
Last night did the most, now my body got no ghost
This lil' hobby's gettin' old
Said that's not me, just a clone
Oh
She knows better than to mess with a dude like me
Oh
All my friends said she the type to mess around and leave
Oh
She knows better, she knows better, she knows better
Yeah
I'm not bitter, I'm not bitter, I'm not bitter
All of my, all of my friends wantin' the week to end
All of my, all of my friends wantin' the week to end
All of my, all of my friends
All of my, all of my friends
All of my, all of my friends wantin' the week to end
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Writer(s): Shi Yi Liu, Marc Anthony Svoboda
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