Chill and the Rabbits - Fugitive Friday

Friday and I'm gonna have a little fun
I am gonna get a little drunk
My friends coming over
And we gone chill
We pop a couple of those zanny pills

Now it's time to go put a bullet in his head
Watch as the sheets turn red
Everybody knows he's dead
AK is my friend
Tears him apart in the end
Everybody's satisfied
At his funeral no one cries

Friday and I'm gonna have a little fun
We go to a party get a little drunk
My friends start to pass out
Now I'm all alone
Then a guy comes over
And we start to talk
Then everything goes dark

Now it's time to go put a bullet in his head
But I can't now
Because they told the feds
So me and four of my friends
Gonna jump his ass
Gonna knock him out
And steal all of his drugs and cash

Oh little girl
Everything is gonna be alright
Oh little girl
Everything will be just fine
Oh little girl
Everything will be alright
Oh little girl
Everything will be just fine
Oh little girl
Everything will be alright
Oh little girl
Everything will be just fine
Oh little girl
Everything will be alright
Oh little girl
Everything will be just fine

Written by:
Kyle Kibler

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