Friday night is coming so you're saving all your money 
Cause you need to buy some buds and some beer 
You won't be doin nothing cause you spent up all your money 
So you smoke until you choke and drink your beer all alone 
You drank up all your beer and you're feeling fine 
You look up at the clock, it's only quarter till nine 
So you woof a bunch of munchies cause there's nothing to do 
But when you find they don't mix, you're chunkin' mulligans stew 
Now you're moving up 
Smoking major league base balls 
Your price is getting higher each hit 
The night keeps getting longer, a couple hits will make you stronger 
So ya smoke another 8-ball and get deeper in debt 
You've got this young blonde 
Who's as thin as a dime 
She's inhaling all your blow and leaving nothing behind 
As your debt keeps coming with the rising sun 
When you look for what you want you know that she'll be gone (You got it) 
Jesus Christ is coming 
So we've got to get ready 
For broad is the road to death 
Jesus hasn't come to call the righteous (but the sinners) 
For all have fallen short of the glory of 
God