It's Friday, what could go wrong
A couple drinks now we're in emotion
I feel the devil winds blowing so warm
You piss me off so I just turned my phone off
I drink a little too much, too much
You know I'm cutting down since you asked
You smoke a little too much and lose touch
I know you're cutting down soon as school starts
Well, things are getting heavy like a bazooka
Things are getting heavy, but we got through it
I been going crazy, making manoeuvres
There's no separation, this is our future
I aim for the stars and hit the treetops
And you're the one I want it's like the Grease song
I've been gaining insight now I see more
I could be better than I've been for ya
(I've been thinking lately)
I'm to blame for this atmosphere
I'm to blame for the pain and tears
I'm sorry, you know I'm here
I'm sorry, I had no idea
It's Friday, what could go wrong
A couple drinks now we're in motion
We had some problems baby, life goes on
You either stick together or you float on
I play my songs in a rum-soaked bar
Your friends tell you that I ain't no star
I can't turn around I've come so far
Don't let the lonely feelings undo us
When you go to a party on a train and a bus
And you won't reply it puts an ache in my heart
We're a first edition, no replacing these parts
You were never on hold I was straight from the start
But I be holding you to silly standards
You don't wanna leave me here abandoned
I know it hasn't gone the way we planned it
But I'm the first to admit
I'm to blame for this atmosphere
I'm to blame for the pain and tears
I'm sorry, you know I'm here
I'm sorry, I had no idea
Do you still believe that anything can happen
Going round in circles like the rings of Saturn
Do you still believe don't wanna see a pattern
Going round in circles like the rings of Saturn
And I know
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