Worst Friday Songtext
von Zonnique

Ba-da-ba-da
Nah
Uh, really?

You ain′t put in on this but you
Had nerve to reach for it and you
You broke me down and rolled me up
And puffed and puffed

Shoulda 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

Shoulda 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
Boy, you blow my high
You blow my high
Baby, you blow my high


I feel like I've 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-ooh-ah
Ba-ba-da-ba-da-ba-my mood
Ba-ba-da-ba-da-ba-rolled me up
And puffed and puffed