Friday night,
I hit the bong then hit the club sky high,
Don't drink and drive, nigga we smoke and fly,
I fly on in like the pilot of this flight, tonight.
The city lights,
I can't see straight 'cause I got weed eyesight,
I can't go home, high as I am, I'm fried.
No where else to go, so I guess I'll sleep outside, tonight.
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