He's a lonely boy
Got four walls filling up with posters
He's a stony boy
Got pop tarts cooking in the toaster
Sorta bad at making real friends
Keep back, like where the real friends at?
(Where they at?
Where they at?
Where they at?)
Cinnamon, the good of my youth
Not afraid to ever tell me the truth
I needed that real love, not that one talking even feel love
I'm still tripping out on last night, like
What did I do in my past life, yeah
I'm still tripping out on last night, like
What did I do in my past life to get
You on a Friday
Chillin' on my Sunday
Waking up on Monday
Girl, you were my someday
You on a Friday
Chillin' on a Sunday
Waking up on Monday
Girl, you were my someday
Girl you, girl you
Girl, you were my someday
Nowadays, everybody wanna freak
Do you think that'll ever be me?
I just wanna girl, that I can take to church and meet my mom
She's beautiful done up in a skirt or, sweatpants no makeup on
What can I say, I'm a family man
I love the mother of my children
We've been in love since high school
From the broke to the [?], come on
I'm still tripping out on last night, like
What did I do in my past life, yeah
I'm still tripping out on last night, like
What did I do in my past life to get
You on a Friday
Chillin' on my Sunday
Waking up on Monday
Girl, you were my someday
You on a Friday
Chillin' on a Sunday
Waking up on Monday
Girl, you were my someday
Girl you, girl you
Girl, you were my someday
Girl you, girl you
Girl, you were my someday
Girl you, girl you
Girl, you were my someday
I'm still tripping out on last night, like (Girl, you were my someday)
What did I do in my past life, yeah (Girl you, girl you)
I'm still tripping out on last night, like (Girl, you were my someday)
What did I do in my past life to get (Girl you, girl you)
(What did I do?)
You on a Friday
Chillin' on my Sunday
Waking up on Monday
Girl, you were my someday
You on a Friday
Chillin' on a Sunday
Waking up on Monday
Girl, you were my someday
Girl you, girl you
Girl, you were my someday
