Testo di Sick Of You

Friday night your loaded up Nothing new, you don't give a fuck Once that bottle hits your lips Soon as the bottle hits your lips Everything you are just turns to shit Your lies seem to have no end Always seem to get fucked in the end I'm so sick, sick of you Same old shit, nothing new Friday night your loaded up Once you light that fucking joint Once you light that fucking joint Your feelings of love stray form the point Your lies seem to have no end Always seem to get fucked in the end