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?