, F150 Friday, Saturday 50 shots to set it off for bustas tryin to carjack me Sunday only 'gon wash my tone up wit my girl sippin wine home All week I
man, I still think them cats are crazy. They were askin' if you were around, How you was, where you could be found. Told them you were livin' downtown, Drivin' all
handsome and hot, All the little girls' souls grow weak when the manchild gives them a double shot, The schoolboy pops pull out all the stops on a Friday
still think those cats are crazy They were asking if you were around How you was, and where you could be found I told them you were living downtown Driving all
Marais Des Cygne To try to cool off by takin' a swim There'd been a lot of rain that summer And the current was too strong I heard that they did all
: On friday time to party let me see you swing and sway let me see you swing tell me are you down with me are you with me are you with me friday, payday
Numpsay BROTHER NUMPSAY! Groupies sound too choosy Take 'em to the show and talk all through the movies Says she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays If we up in Friday
: All I have is all I need enough for love But not for greed yeah I was younger once this guy came to me Told me about all the honey out there. He said
but not so easily done. Remember that last Friday you called and asked if things could ever be the same well your voice trailed away and I found myself alone again. The summer
a hundred on the highways (get rich to this) Thank God for Friday's (get rich to this) Say say say say!! (get rich to this) [Backbone] It'll be all slipp
Lights Out, And She Still Shine, I Hate To See Her Go, But I Love To Watch Her Leave But I Keep Her Running Back And Forth Like A Soccer Team, Cold As A Winter Day, Hot As A Summer
Yeah,yeah,yeah, There's always cracks. A crack of sunlight, a crack in the mirror, or on your lips. It's the moring on a sunset Friday, when all
autumn almanac. Friday evenings, people get together, Hiding from the weather. Tea and toasted, buttered currant buns Can't compensate for lack of sun, Because the summer's all
If your love is strong I want to be sure about it Oh is it all wrong to go on talking about it? Oh you thrilled me I should be alright but Friday I
I'm leaving GA Gonna lay in the hot sun and roll a big fat one And grab my guitar and play Four days flew by like a drunk Friday night as the summer
girl in her summer clothes, Like a transmission, on an empty channel, all lines are closed. Got to get you off my conscience by Friday, On Saturday
cars at? They like, "Wayne why the fuck you dressed in all black?" I'm about to bring CMR back And all the lames, we done lost that And all we got is
: They're building up big houses Back behind the school Where we used to drink our beer on Friday nights And pretend that we were lovers in your car
