Mondays I think of you, but I ain't tripping on it. Tuesdays I'm in, gotta get my hands up on ya. Wednesdays I'm lit with you, you know you're staying over. Thursdays I'm sick of you, I got to get rid of you. 'Cause Fridays are always the start of the time of my life, alright. When I get faded you hate it but, baby, it's gonna be alright, ha, alright.