Next Friday (F.U.F. Redux) 

Its Friday… Fucked Up Friday… 
Grab the liquor and a big-ass cup, we’re gonna party ’til the sun comes up 
Its Friday… Fucked Up Friday… 
Grab the sticks and let’s get faded, everybody get pixelated 

Yo, it’s Friday… It’s the fuckin’ weekend 
We got the game systems, it’s time for drinking 
So line the shots up, and knock ‘em back 
And we’re drinking Captain and Cuervo Black 
I’m so tipsy… I’m so drunk 
Let me double check… Yep, still drunk 
Whole lot of Captain, even more time 
Got a whole lot of Cuervo and not enough lime 
Mix up the contents, pick it up 
Switch on the game, and I tip the cup 
And I’m all sauced up and I’m read to play 
Load the Battlefield, try to steady my aim 
Grab another cup, mix it two parts Captain, one part Jaeger 
Call it Darth Fader 
They’re kicking my ass, and I’m coming in last 
But, man, who gives a shit when you’re having a blast? 

Its Friday… Fucked Up Friday… 
Grab the liquor and a big-ass cup, we’re gonna party ’til the sun comes up 
Its Friday… Fucked Up Friday… 
Grab the sticks and let’s get faded, everybody get pixelated 

Yup, as you can see, I’m faded 
When I grab the mic, everybody hates it 
I’m yelling, cussing, causing a fuss and 
Making cats mad by acting disgusting 
My KDR is so low… 
And my buzz is only so-so… 
Time to Re-up, everyone G-up 
Fuck, all we got left is Sangria 
Time for a beer run, let’s get Guinness 
Or Caribou Lou, cause this ones finished 
Or Pirate Killa… Hit up Z1 
And have him bring the crew, ’cause it’s only begun 
Hop in the Warthog, you know I drive 
Hit the liquor store, but I’m DUI 
I might get arrested, you know what I say 
Who gives a damn, man, Its Fucked Up Friday 

Its Friday… Fucked Up Friday… 
Grab the liquor and a big-ass cup, we’re gonna party ’til the sun comes up 
Its Friday… Fucked Up Friday… 
Grab the sticks and let’s get faded, everybody get pixelated 

Looked at the TV, couldn’t see shit 
Shooting what I see, teammates got hit 
Hitting everybody ‘til everybody is gone 
Man, hold your damn fire, FF is on 
But we don’t really sweat it, sure don’t regret it 
‘Cause in the morning, I’m bound to forget it 
I just keep drinking and keep playing 
Visions shrinking and I’m TKing 
So let’s double up with double portions 
Double Fader in the cup, double the distortion 
I have a hard time seeing the guitar lines 
Madden’s so much harder sans the numbers on the yard line 
Yeah, it’s Friday… Do it my way 
Take a double shot and surf the super highway 
We gon’ drink ‘til there’s nothing left 
But that’s what it’s ‘bout, man, it’s F.U.F. 

Its Friday… Fucked Up Friday… 
Grab the liquor and a big-ass cup, we’re gonna party ’til the sun comes up 
Its Friday… Fucked Up Friday… 
Grab the sticks and let’s get faded, everybody get pixelated