Friday night and I'm ridin' solo (yeah)
When I touch down, keep it on the low-low (it's lit)
I don't mess with your energy (no)

No photos (yeah)
So antisocial, but I don't care (yeah)
Don't give a damn, I'm gonna smoke here (yeah, pop it)
Got a bottle in my hand, bring

I'm so out of touch with myself
I feel too weak to ask for help
I'd rather be anybody else
Collapsing, I can't stomach the pain
Relapsing, or stand the way
My mind plays all these games
I can't explain
I can't see straight
Now you know, I'll dig this grave on my o