Worst Friday

You ain't put in on this But you've got nerve to reach for it and use You broke me down and rolled me up And puffed, and puffed... should've passed You lost my trust You blow me You broke my heart You blow me You ate my chips and you drunk my shit, you bitch You blow my high (high) You blow my high (high) Baby you blow my high It's Friday and you ain't got shit to do But come around here and fuck up my mood You broke me down and rolled me up And puffed, and puffed... should've pass You lost my trust You blow me You brown my heart You blow me You ate my chips and you stole my shit, you bitch You blow my high (high) Boy you blow my high (Don't blow me baby) You blow my high (high) Baby you blow my high It feel like I been smoking on stress And normally be smoking the best You come around and it kills my vibe You bring me down yeah everytime You pull on me like trees And it should be trees and that's why I'm leaving you That's why I'm leaving you (you)