"friday afternoon" lyrics
It's a Friday afternoon, it's a quarter past two
And I'm sucking up the helium inside of balloons
'Cause I just need to get high, 'cause I can never feel right
I think I'm gonna text her to see if I can hit that
It's a Friday afternoon, it's a quarter past two
And I'm sucking up the helium inside of balloons
'Cause I just need to get high, 'cause I can never feel right
I think I'm gonna text her to see if I can hit that
It's a Friday afternoon, it's a quarter past two
And I'm sucking up the helium inside of balloons
'Cause I just need to get high, 'cause I can never feel right
I think I'm gonna text her to see if I can hit that
Bitch, I'm always whipping in my car
I turned 21, so now I'm always at the bar
Every single word you say to me sounds so bizarre
Baby, I am drunk, but girl, you sound like Nardwuar
To me, to me, to me, let's go, let's go
Grew up with no cable
And now my favorite show is canceled
So I'll fucking buy some ammo
And make sure my fucking head blows
It's a Friday afternoon, it's a quarter past two
And I'm sucking up the helium inside of balloons
'Cause I just need to get high, 'cause I can never feel right
I think I'm gonna text her to see if I can hit that
It's a Friday afternoon, it's a quarter past two
And I'm sucking up the helium inside of balloons
'Cause I just need to get high, 'cause I can never feel right
I think I'm gonna text her to see if I can hit that
Emotionally naked, I don't have protection on my soul
Oh, I just fake it, I act like I'm doing fine alone, oh
(Stephen, I'm sorry for ever being mean to you, I'm sorry, you're famous, Steve)
I've been living independent
Finally got some money, bought a house and I don't rent it
I'm still so damn fucking dyslexic, can barely read a sentence
But I'm still independent, so fuck you, ooh, ooh (Oh shit, a ghost)
It's a Friday afternoon, it's a quarter past two
And I'm sucking up the helium inside of balloons
'Cause I just need to get high, 'cause I can never feel right
I think I'm gonna text her to see if I can hit that
It's a Friday afternoon, it's a quarter past two
And I'm sucking up the helium inside of balloons
'Cause I just need to get high, 'cause I can never feel right
I think I'm gonna text her to see if I can hit that
Bitch, I'm always whipping in my car
I turned 21, so now I'm always at the bar
Every single word you say to me sounds so bizarre
Baby, I am drunk, but girl, you sound like Nardwuar
To me, to me, to me
And I'm sucking up the helium inside of balloons
'Cause I just need to get high, 'cause I can never feel right
I think I'm gonna text her to see if I can hit that
It's a Friday afternoon, it's a quarter past two
And I'm sucking up the helium inside of balloons
'Cause I just need to get high, 'cause I can never feel right
I think I'm gonna text her to see if I can hit that
It's a Friday afternoon, it's a quarter past two
And I'm sucking up the helium inside of balloons
'Cause I just need to get high, 'cause I can never feel right
I think I'm gonna text her to see if I can hit that
Bitch, I'm always whipping in my car
I turned 21, so now I'm always at the bar
Every single word you say to me sounds so bizarre
Baby, I am drunk, but girl, you sound like Nardwuar
To me, to me, to me, let's go, let's go
Grew up with no cable
And now my favorite show is canceled
So I'll fucking buy some ammo
And make sure my fucking head blows
It's a Friday afternoon, it's a quarter past two
And I'm sucking up the helium inside of balloons
'Cause I just need to get high, 'cause I can never feel right
I think I'm gonna text her to see if I can hit that
It's a Friday afternoon, it's a quarter past two
And I'm sucking up the helium inside of balloons
'Cause I just need to get high, 'cause I can never feel right
I think I'm gonna text her to see if I can hit that
Emotionally naked, I don't have protection on my soul
Oh, I just fake it, I act like I'm doing fine alone, oh
(Stephen, I'm sorry for ever being mean to you, I'm sorry, you're famous, Steve)
I've been living independent
Finally got some money, bought a house and I don't rent it
I'm still so damn fucking dyslexic, can barely read a sentence
But I'm still independent, so fuck you, ooh, ooh (Oh shit, a ghost)
It's a Friday afternoon, it's a quarter past two
And I'm sucking up the helium inside of balloons
'Cause I just need to get high, 'cause I can never feel right
I think I'm gonna text her to see if I can hit that
It's a Friday afternoon, it's a quarter past two
And I'm sucking up the helium inside of balloons
'Cause I just need to get high, 'cause I can never feel right
I think I'm gonna text her to see if I can hit that
Bitch, I'm always whipping in my car
I turned 21, so now I'm always at the bar
Every single word you say to me sounds so bizarre
Baby, I am drunk, but girl, you sound like Nardwuar
To me, to me, to me
