Friday Night

Friday night, could be the night we would establish this

Maison Margiela, all over my attire, you could tell by how I fuse

Walking on the Parkway, couldn't revise my sight, cause my time froze

Woo, city light, shinin' bright with no Metro

Trip to Atlanta, by the time I fill my Petrol

I just put a chrome heart in front of the side of my jeans, yeah

Talkin' to God every day, told the nurse I don't need no IV, yeah

Realist, it's a gets, but I promise, studying you, it's a whole lot of peace, yeah

I don't wanna lose no more

Miss a couple of friends and family all over the West, yeah