Пятница

Monday morning, I just woke up. Life is ugly, put on makeup. It's Tuesday, gotta go to work. Lot of problems, lot of paperwork. Monday, Wednesday, dog, I just wanna cry. Mama really made god, so I keep trying. Oh, it's Thursday, damn, the time flies. Finally Friday. When it's Friday night, Everyone's getting high. Let's go, One shot, улетаю. Two shots, забываюсь. Three shots, на танцпол врываюсь. Почему? Потому что пятница. Не звоните мне. Пятница. Я не буду в сети. Пятница. Сегодня идем в ад, и мы вдвоем. I'm in the club with my boy Freddy. Like Tupac, all eyes on me. We lit, we young, we fresh boy. Let's chill, let's dance, let's pop out. T-Gra, Biggs, Sharky, Larita, Vakama. Ты чё гонишь, When it's Friday night, Everyone's getting high. Let's go, One shot, улетаю. Two shots, забываюсь. Three shots, на танцпол врываюсь. Почему? Потому что пятница. Не звоните мне. Пятница. Я не буду в сети. Пятница. Сегодня идем в ад, и вдвоем. It's Friday night, Everyone's getting high. Let's go, let's One shot, улетаю. Two shots, забываюсь. Three shots, на танцпол врываюсь.