Holy fucking shit
Why would you slam the breaks
We're on the fucking highway, what are you doing
Stop fucking riding my ass, I'm not controlling traffic
Idiot
The fucking, why are you passing
It's a 75 and you're passing doing 69
Call me pine the way I'm fucking these trees
A cigarette's my gasoline
You know that Stamart's gonna gift all that motherfuckin shit to me
And I'm craving another pack of Marlboros
Need a goth bitch to peg me and end my sorrow
And now you can hear, this is an instrument
There's a day at the end of the week
Where we consume all our nicotine
So pop a Zynn and we'll feel alive
And I don't care if it's wrong or right, whoa, it's nicotine Friday tonight
Come to Maine to find a way to be free
Invading this sorority
Take a break on the patio, so I can get another couple drags in me
And I'm thinking this goth chick is kinda cute
They're trying to talk to me, I don't know what to do
And now they're bringing me upstairs
Wait, what the fuck is going on
There's a day at the end of the week
Where we consume all our nicotine
So pop a Zynn and we'll feel alive
And I don't care if it's wrong or right, whoa, it's nicotine Friday tonight
Breathe in
As the smoke clears around me, I wonder
Should I be doing this to my lungs
Breathe out
I know it could give me cancer, whatever
It just feels too good to be wrong, no
There's a day at the end of the week
Where we consume all our nicotine
There's a day at the end of the week
Where we consume all our nicotine
So pop a Zynn and we'll feel alive
And I don't care if it's wrong or right, whoa, it's nicotine Friday tonight
There's a day at the end of the week
Where we consume all our nicotine
So pop a Zynn and we'll feel alive
And I don't care if it's wrong or right, whoa, it's nicotine Friday tonight
And I don't care if it's wrong or right, whoa, fucking kill me, I'm gonna shit