It's friday I'm lonely Pockets flowin' Girl, i'm set to pop I got my hand on the wheel And another on my fire I smell trouble, girl That i aim to stop Sexy lady She wanna play me After she gets hot She starts to getta little shady In the mornin i'm leavin you I'm a user, it's sad but true No cryin' domani And i know you want me dead And i can feel your breath Up on my neck, oh my You were so good So tight Baby, why'd you have to be the knife?