Next Friday (F.U.F. Redux)

[Hook 1]
Its Friday… Fucked Up Friday…
Grab the liquor and a big-ass cup, we’re gonna party ’til the sun comes up
Its Friday… Fucked Up Friday…
Grab the sticks and let’s get faded, everybody get pixelated

[Verse 1]
Yo, it’s Friday… It’s the fuckin’ weekend
We got the game systems, it’s time for drinking
So line the shots up, and knock ‘em back
And we’re drinking Captain and Cuervo Black
I’m so tipsy… I’m so drunk
Let me double check… Yep, still drunk
Whole lot of Captain, even more time
Got a whole lot of Cuervo and not enough lime
Mix up the contents, pick it up
Switch on the game, and I tip the cup
And I’m all sauced up and I’m read to play
Load the Battlefield, try to steady my aim
Grab another cup, mix it two parts Captain, one part Jaeger
Call it Darth Fader
They’re kicking my ass, and I’m coming in last
But, man, who gives a shit when you’re having a blast?

[Hook 2]
Its Friday… Fucked Up Friday…
Grab the liquor and a big-ass cup, we’re gonna party ’til the sun comes up
Its Friday… Fucked Up Friday…
Grab the sticks and let’s get faded, everybody get pixelated

[Verse 2]
Yup, as you can see, I’m faded
When I grab the mic, everybody hates it
I’m yelling, cussing, causing a fuss and
Making cats mad by acting disgusting
My KDR is so low…
And my buzz is only so-so…
Time to Re-up, everyone G-up
Fuck, all we got left is Sangria
Time for a beer run, let’s get Guinness
Or Caribou Lou, cause this ones finished
Or Pirate Killa… Hit up Z1
And have him bring the crew, ’cause it’s only begun
Hop in the Warthog, you know I drive
Hit the liquor store, but I’m DUI
I might get arrested, you know what I say
Who gives a damn, man, Its Fucked Up Friday

[Hook 3]
Its Friday… Fucked Up Friday…
Grab the liquor and a big-ass cup, we’re gonna party ’til the sun comes up
Its Friday… Fucked Up Friday…
Grab the sticks and let’s get faded, everybody get pixelated

[Verse 3]
Looked at the TV, couldn’t see shit
Shooting what I see, teammates got hit
Hitting everybody ‘til everybody is gone
Man, hold your damn fire, FF is on
But we don’t really sweat it, sure don’t regret it
‘Cause in the morning, I’m bound to forget it
I just keep drinking and keep playing
Visions shrinking and I’m TKing
So let’s double up with double portions
Double Fader in the cup, double the distortion
I have a hard time seeing the guitar lines
Madden’s so much harder sans the numbers on the yard line
Yeah, it’s Friday… Do it my way
Take a double shot and surf the super highway
We gon’ drink ‘til there’s nothing left
But that’s what it’s ‘bout, man, it’s F.U.F

[Hook 4]
Its Friday… Fucked Up Friday…
Grab the liquor and a big-ass cup, we’re gonna party ’til the sun comes up
Its Friday… Fucked Up Friday…
Grab the sticks and let’s get faded, everybody get pixelated