We open with the vultures, kissing the cannibals Sure, I get lonely, when I'm the only Only human in the heaving heat of the animals Bit of brown salt, stinging on my tongue I will not waver, heart will not wait it's turn It will beat, it will burn burn burn your love into the ground With the lips of another 'Til you get lonely, sure I get lonely Sometimes
All my friends are wasted And I hate this club Man I drink too much Another Friday night I wasted My eyes are black and red I'm crawling back to you babe
[Chance the Rapper] I hit the bar Pharmacy addict hit a Wall Street traffic To the car We reinvent the wheel just to fall asleep at it, skrr Crash on the floor, catch the z, z, z's Popping a polar opposite, the Nzp Hip hop and the propaganda say they name brand But I done seen how the drugs did my main man The nights you won't remember are the nights you won't remember I be gone 'til November, on my city come December Dreams are made for cages nigga lions are for real nigga Dying is for real, niggas dying off of pills nigga Friday's awful chill and I just came to catch a re I just had to rest in peace the recipe The rest of us are praying that the sand will leave a tan If you're up right now, hope you hear what I'm saying Hope you feel what I'm saying
All my friends are wasted And I hate this club Man I drink too much Another Friday night I wasted My eyes are black and red I'm crawling back to you babe
[Tinashe] Don't even know me Except I get lonely some nights When the angels on my shoulder Slump my head I'm stuck here with the vultures Hissing and circling You didn't call me Call me I'm crawling Crawling, crawling back to you
All my friends are wasted And I hate this club Man I drink too much Another Friday night I wasted My eyes are black and red I'm crawling back to you babe
Compositores: Nicholas Lawrence James Morrison (Cass Lowe), Chancelor Johnathan Bennett, Oliver Mark Dickinson (Oliver Dickinson), James Alexander David (James David) ECAD: Obra #13708253 Fonograma #17992372