Sick Of You

Friday night your loaded up 
Nothing new, you don't give a fuck 
Once that bottle hits your lips 
Soon as the bottle hits your lips 
Everything you are just turns to shit 
Your lies seem to have no end 
Always seem to get fucked in the end 
I'm so sick, sick of you 
Same old shit, nothing new 
Friday night your loaded up 
Once you light that fucking joint 
Once you light that fucking joint 
Your feelings of love stray form the point 
Your lies seem to have no end 
Always seem to get fucked in the end