It's friday
I'm lonely
Pockets flowin'
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 wanna play me
After she gets hot
She starts to getta little shady
In the mornin i'm leavin you
I'm a user, it's sad but true
No cryin' domani
And i know you want me dead
And i can feel your breath
Up on my neck, oh my
You were so good
So tight
Baby, why'd you have to be the knife?
