It's Friday night and the streets are empty What's my horoscope say about me? I've been looking in a crystal ball for the future It's telling me nothing
I pissed ya off and we're not talking I don't blame you once for walking Stare my phone and you stare at yours Search your name, you blocked me there's nothing
Oooh, yeah Something's gotta give, something's gotta give Oooh, yeah Something's gotta give, something's gotta give
Guilty as charged for repeating myself I've been guilty of repeating myself All the trick of the trade, all the riffs that we played It's a wash, it's a wash
Blink once, then I black out Blink twice, til we cash out 4 in the morning, stare at the wall Switching on, switching off, switching on Where am I?
Oooh, yeah Something's gotta give, something's gotta give Oooh, yeah Something's gotta give, something's gotta give
Ring the alarm and you move in a hurry Something's gotta give, something's gotta give Cursing the Gods, but who are you serving? Something's gotta give, something's gotta give
It's Friday night and the streets are empty What's my horoscope say about me? It's Friday night and the streets are empty
Oooh, yeah Something's gotta give, something's gotta give Oooh, yeah Something's gotta give, something's gotta give
Ring the alarm and you move in a hurry Something's gotta give, something's gotta give Cursing the Gods, but who are you serving? Something's gotta give, something's gotta giveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
