By Pomcik
It's friday night and i'm alone,
The stars are out and i'm at home.
Feel like I’m coming alive,
See the knuckles turning white.
It’s Friday night and none’s home, home,
All in the city alone, lone,
Fell like a carnivore tonight,
Strap it up and tike a ride, ride.
Round and round she goes
And where she stops none knows
And round and round she goes
And where she stops none knows, knows
Keep it coming on, feel it coming on
feel it coming on, feel it coming on yeah
feel it coming on, feel it coming on yeah
feel it coming on, feel it coming on yeah
feel it coming on, feel it coming on yeah
I got your money,
Woohoo
I got your money,
Woohoo
I treat you honey,
Woohoo
I keep you up for days.
I got your sugar,
I’ll be your hooker,
I'll keep you up for days.
Saturday night Im fucking stoned, stoned
While other fuckers got their jobs, jobs
While on the freeway gona blow, blow
The red lights saying go, go
Saturday night Im fucking gone, gone
And all my friends are saying down, down
The worlds faster when your strong, strong
You’ll push your pows saying wow, wow, woooow
I got your money
Hold on, hold on, hold on
I treat you honey
Hold on, hold on, hold on
I got your money
Hold on, hold on
Woohoo
I got your money,
Woohoo
I treat you honey,
Woohoo
I keep you up for days.
I got your sugar,
I’ll be your hooker,
I'll keep you up for days.
Woohoo.
I got your money.
I treat you honey.
I'll keep you up for day…….
I'll keep you up for days…….
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Coming down now...
Wahoo,
It’s Sunday morning, I'm with you,
How did I end up in this room.
I’m in a bed that isn’t mine,
The walls are closing in tight, tight.
It’s Sunday morning, I'm with you, you,
Your voice is like a sonic boom, boom.
And round and round she goes, goes,
And where she stops none knows, knows.
Round and round she goes,
And where she stops none knows.
And round and round she goes,
And where she stops none knows, knows.