It's Friday, I'm lonely
Pockets flowing, girl, I’m set to pop
I got my hand on the wheel and another on my fire
I smell trouble, girl, that I aim to stop
Sexy lady, she want to play me
After she get hot she starts to get a little shady
In the morning I’m leaving you
I'm a user, it's sad but true, no crying domani
And I know you want me dead
And I can feel your breath upon my neck
Oh my, you were so good, so tight
Baby, why'd you have to be the knife?
And I know you want me dead
And I can feel your breath upon my neck
Oh my, you were so good, so tight
Baby, why'd you have to be the knife?