The Lesson: music by Andy Wolf, lyrics by Danny Moffitt and Franky Anderson verse 1 It was a year this day, I thought it would be great, To venture
there's a little less sunshine here today. It's dark outside they extinguish your light, the ninjas in the Caddie roll silently out of sight. Got daddy's car on a Friday
I Got A Castle For Da Crib I Spent Cheese All On It I'm Everywhere Them Otha Dudes Dont Be Around At The Game Close Enough To Grab Rebounds Im In Town On A Friday
spit rocks sedated that leave craters Some are less than, some equal, but none greater Duck, you gunplay, I'm lovin the sunrays Used to party Friday,
And I don't want to spend this Friday night, like I had to spend last Friday night; dying by the record machine. All day cigarettes, all day entertain
me Regret would require less arrogance And I don't want to spend this Friday night Like I had to spend last Friday night I don't want to spend this Friday
I'm in the big black truck with the carolina lights on Or you can hop on the Pulaski Skyway I'm in the strip club almost every Friday Kats is cornballs
greatest our day the lessons at night Then form the Earth within that, my pen tap, my lens snaps Then I go black, then form two more greater lights The
blunt and sparked on the God born day She wanna be a queen but went about all the wrong way She still hangin in bars, being Diana Ross Friday and Saturday
choke when the food they serve ain't tastin right My stomach can't digest it even when I bless it I'm confessin one mo' lesson from the South we in the
things goin on big things VH1 First of all I got y'all on Jenny Jones Tour with Marilyn Manson Billboard Where the credits are rolling at the end and shit Friday
I shoot the lights out Until it's bright out Oh, just another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life? Bitch, I'm a monster, no-good blood
this tape, never gonna hate Ima come through bouncin on my scrap plate yeeea yeeee (Kerry) Im gonna smoke some fuckin blunts, pop the fuckin trunk the neon lights
some things you don?t grow out of I made a name here in this town With my right arm underneath the lights And the trophies take me back to those Friday
s addictive by any man Even the brownish rag it's all the same The Alchemist'll have my ass, strung out On the Indo and Northern Lights no doubt Think
up on this tape, never gonna hate Ima come through bouncin on my scrap plate yeeea yeeee (?) Im gonna smoke some fuckin blunts pop the fuckin trunk, the neon lights
castle for the crib, I spent cheese all on it I'm everywhere them other dudes don't be around At the game, close enough to grab rebounds I'm in town on a Friday
blunt and sparked on the God born day She wanna be a queen but went about all the wrong way She still hangin in bars, being diana ross Friday and saturday