Lyric:

All my friends are wastedAnd I hate this clubMan I drink too muchAnother Friday night I wastedMy eyes are black and redI’m crawling back to your bed
[Verse 2: Chance the Rapper]I hate the barPharmacy addict hit a Wall Street traffic, took the carWe reinvent the wheel just to fall asleep at it, skrrrCrash on the floor, catch the ZZZ’sPopping the polar opposite the NZTHip hop and the propaganda say they name brandBut I done seen how the xan did my main manThe nights we won’t rememberAre the nights we won’t rememberI’ll be gone ’till NovemberAll my city calls me SimbaDreams are made for cages niggaLions are for real niggaDying is for real, niggas dying off of pills niggaFriday’s awful chill and I escaped the treacheryI just had to rest in peace the recipeThe rest of us are praying that the sand will leave a tanIf you’re up right now, hope you hear what I’m sayingHope you hear what I’m saying