It’s Friday again, and I’m counting hours
Biting every tick like I own time
Calling, texting,… Hi five
Wanna be my date at night time?
I’ve got Gucci on my wrist… that’s fine
Prada on my feet… high class
Uber got me waiting, and my heart is raging, praying
I think I’m about to implode like WiFi
Seven on the dot and we up high
Cruising on the street in my ride
Girls kissing on my cheeks and I’m down tight
Bad time, but I’m alright
Bottles, women, weed… many
Puffing, blowing, cracking, it’s heaven
Living the dream life, the wild life, chilling
Healing my life with alcohol, women
Someone, please take me home,
I’m FINISHED.
–Clem
