Friday night

It's a late Friday arvo and we rock up to the drive thru

Sorting out the music that we're gonna get high to

High food, always tastes the best

Better stuff your face before I eat the rest

 

It'll be a good fucking night, even though we have no plans

Dropping down some raps with our whole fucking clan

So we scan about, cause we're looking for a sweet spot

Hiding in plain sight and revving up the hot box

 

So we start, Con packing up a fat cone

Pulls the whole thing, no break, one go

Well he's a pro, and he passes it round

J downs his quickly not making a sound

Then the laughter starts and the air becomes one cloud

 

And though he vowed, to go easy for a while now

Tsimmy jumps and we're all proud, all loud

We're shrouded now, all amongst the smoke cloud

I laugh anyway even though I don't get the joke now

 

Then it hits me, grips me and trips me

And all the while I've never felt so free

Hey... what happened to my car keys

Get paranoid and act like a newbie

And then I realize I didn't bring them with me