| Bundles, molly, Special K, Chanel, black out, it’s morning
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| Moving backwards, up again, our sinking spirits soaring
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| Fucking up a Friday night, I’m bleeding from the freedom
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| Cuts and battle scars, last night it was ours
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| Yo, fucking up a Friday night, manic up in Manny
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| In a club with Cally saw a gally on a Xani
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| Baby shake her batty and let me film it like I’m Sammy
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| There were people in the bed so we got freaky in the alley
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| Lost bare cash, my head top smashed
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| And we got a couple fines ‘cause the place is smashed
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| Fuck it go mad, we ain’t trying to come back
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| Take a loss, blow a bag, make it back, that’s that
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| Ill with love and other drugs, we’re seeking affirmation
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| Desperately we roll along, meanwhile our hearts are breaking
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| Chasing fakes embracing shade, creating expectations
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| Ways you could’ve grown, now you’re on your own
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| Yo, yo
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| Expectations created, escaped in a spaceship
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| She fed me a drink, I just blinked, now I’m naked
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| Wavy I’m faded, this drink I been taking
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| It’s purple and tasty, I’m fucked up and wasted
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| I would go home, but if I did, I’d be basic
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| I can’t see shit and my head’s on vacation
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| Turn around, everyone’s pupils dilated
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| Fuck it I’m baking, man bill up and blaze it
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| (For another life)
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| For how long, yeah
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| (For another life)
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| For how long
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| (For another life)
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| For how long, yeah
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| (For another life)
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| For how long
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| (For another life)
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| Fucking up a Friday night
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| Fucking up a Friday night |