12:12 AM / PATIENTS (FUCKING UP A FRIDAY) - Everything Is Recorded, Aitch, Infinite Coles

Bundles, molly, Special K, Chanel, black out, it’s morning

Moving backwards, up again, our sinking spirits soaring

Fucking up a Friday night, I’m bleeding from the freedom

Cuts and battle scars, last night it was ours

Yo, fucking up a Friday night, manic up in Manny

In a club with Cally saw a gally on a Xani

Baby shake her batty and let me film it like I’m Sammy

There were people in the bed so we got freaky in the alley

Lost bare cash, my head top smashed

And we got a couple fines ‘cause the place is smashed

Fuck it go mad, we ain’t trying to come back

Take a loss, blow a bag, make it back, that’s that

Ill with love and other drugs, we’re seeking affirmation

Desperately we roll along, meanwhile our hearts are breaking

Chasing fakes embracing shade, creating expectations

Ways you could’ve grown, now you’re on your own

Yo, yo

Expectations created, escaped in a spaceship

She fed me a drink, I just blinked, now I’m naked

Wavy I’m faded, this drink I been taking

It’s purple and tasty, I’m fucked up and wasted

I would go home, but if I did, I’d be basic

I can’t see shit and my head’s on vacation

Turn around, everyone’s pupils dilated

Fuck it I’m baking, man bill up and blaze it

(For another life)

For how long, yeah

(For another life)

For how long

(For another life)

For how long, yeah

(For another life)

For how long

(For another life)

Fucking up a Friday night

Fucking up a Friday night