Its Friday, 2:09 PM what the fuck am I going to do?
3 hours left of work and I can't get a hold of my boo.
Wastin' time by text rhymin' on the net.
This freestyle ain't going to be that good I bet.
Who gives a shit, I'm a poet who's got my own style.
I'd spit lyrics to entertain those better than 'rap artists' from 8 mile.
I'mma do what I do best cuz its Friday.
Drinkin' it up, tokin' it like I do what I do my way.