[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
At a Clippers game on the courtside
Watch a n***a shoot like a four-five
They mad at me too, I got more fire
When these bitches see you "Go home, Roger" (Go home, Roger)
Tia and Tamara in my bed, I'm a smart guy
I ain't fucking with you n***as like apartheid
Hits on my list, check my archive
I'm something so immaculate, instead of asking what's happening
Rather blast a Jackson 5 in the back of an Acura
Acting blacker than a Bernie Mac, two Charlie Murphys and Akon
The girls that you brought man, where are they from?
Where are they from? We were playing PlayStation
Why you standing there, say some, girl, say some
No, this ain't a vacation, this is my house, my house

[Chorus: Tinashe]
All my friends are wasted
And I hate this club
Man I drink too much
Another Friday night I've wasted
My eyes are black and red
I'm crawling back to your bed

[Verse 2: Chance the Rapper]
I hate the bar
Pharmacy addict hit a Wall Street traffic, took the car
We reinvent the wheel just to fall asleep at it, skrrr
Crash on the floor, catch the zzz's
Popping the polar opposite to the NZT
Hip-hop and the propaganda say they name brand
But I done seen how the Xan did my main man
The nights we won't remember
Are the nights we won't remember
I'll be gone till November
All my city calls me Simba
Dreams are made for cages, n***a
Lions are for real, n***a
Dying is for real, n***as dying off of pills, n***a
Fridays are for chill and I escaped the treachery
I just had to rest in peace the recipe
The rest of us are praying that the sand will leave a tan
If you're up right now, hope you hear what I'm saying
Hope you hear what I'm saying

[Chorus: Tinashe]
All my friends are wasted
And I hate this club
Man I drink too much
Another Friday night I've wasted
My eyes are black and red
I'm crawling back to your bed

[Verse 3: Childish Gambino]
Now why can't every day be like this
Smoke a J at the beach like this
Hang with bae at the beach like this
Conversations with Kish like this (hey!)
Never thought it could be like this
Be the man like I am like this
Dance around shake your hips like this
Mess around make a hit like this

[Chorus: Tinashe]
All my friends are wasted (All my friends are wasted)
And I hate this club
Man I drink too much (I drink too much)
Another Friday night I've wasted
My eyes are black and red
I'm crawling back to your bed
All my friends are wasted (All my friends are wasted)
And I hate this club
Man I drink too much (I drink too much)
Another Friday night I've wasted
My eyes are black and red
I'm crawling back to your bed