[Intro - Nams Homeless]
No more weed smoke/
I'm so serious/
Turn around, and tell the person behind you/
All the way to the kitchen, all the way to the back room/
No more...
(No more weed smoke)/
We're trying to have a successful night/
We don't need nobody/
They can smell it outside/
[Verse 1 - Frank Samuel]
Look/
Don't RSVP, just crash the party/
You grab the soda, I'll grab Bacardi/
Pick up the homie, he smashed the Audi/
Better bring your own shawty/
All of my friends come party here/
All of my friends comes party all year/
All of my friends know better than that/
But tomorrow we're right back, oh/
Tell my momma I'm sorry/
Said he popped ollies, really popped mollies/
Vision is spotty, whole party sloppy, found him/
Passed out in the lobby/
All of my friends tell me they're great/
All of my friends are coming home late/
There's been too much on my mind/
So maybe for tonight/
[Chorus - Frank Samuel]
So call up your friends/
(Call up your friends)/
Hit up your friends/
(Hit up your friends)/
Pick up your friends/
(Pick up your friends)/
We’ll meet you in an hour/
So call up your friends/
(Call up your friends)/
Hit up your friends/
(Hit up your friends)/
Pick up your friends/
(Pick up your friends)/
Headed to the lanes downtown/
Cause if internet killed the…/
(Internet killed the…)
Internet killed the bowling league/
Gotta give the kids these days props for trying/
Cause if internet killed the bowling league/
And baby it’s just you and me/
Let’s forget we’re dying/
And get down with it/
[Verse 2 - Frank Samuel]
Put everything right back where he left it/
Too many people not on the guest list/
Leftovers, Excedrin for breakfast/
Came with the homie, left with his necklace/
All of my friends come party here/
All of my friends come party all year/
All of my friends know better than that/
But tomorrow we’re right back, oh/
She said she's from the valley
Last week Miami, got sick of asking/
Coming home crashing, but when they ask me/
It's easy to say your happy/
All of my friends are stuck in their ways/
All of my friends count down the days/
All of my friends they live to die/
I wanna say I tried/
[Chorus - Frank Samuel]
So call up your friends/
(Call up your friends)/
Hit up your friends/
(Hit up your friends)/
Pick up your friends/
(Pick up your friends)/
We’ll meet you in an hour/
So call up your friends/
(Call up your friends)/
Hit up your friends/
(Hit up your friends)/
Pick up your friends/
(Pick up your friends)/
Headed to the lanes downtown/
Cause if internet killed the…/
(Internet killed the…)
Internet killed the bowling league/
Gotta give the kids these days props for trying/
Cause if internet killed the bowling league/
And baby it’s just you and me/
Let’s forget we’re dying/
And get down with it/
[Bridge - Frank Samuel]
Nobody breaks 100, but we're back every week/
Misery loves company and drinks love broken dreams/
We all have a good time, or just say we have a good time/
It's easier to live the lie/
It's easier to live the lie/
[Chorus - Frank Samuel]
So call up your friends/
(Call up your friends)/
Hit up your friends/
(Hit up your friends)/
Pick up your friends/
(Pick up your friends)/
We’ll meet you in an hour/
So call up your friends/
(Call up your friends)/
Hit up your friends/
(Hit up your friends)/
Pick up your friends/
(Pick up your friends)/
Headed to the lanes downtown/
Cause if internet killed the…/
(Internet killed the…)
Internet killed the bowling league/
Gotta give the kids these days props for trying/
Cause if internet killed the bowling league/
And baby it’s just you and me/
Let’s forget we’re dying/
And get down with it/
[Outro - Nine Stars (N) & Flower Girl (F)]
Cops are here, we're stuck in this room/ (N)
What is Frank over there doing/ (N)
Frank, Frank/ (N)
Dude, Frank, can you close the window dude, seriously/ (N)
(Are you going to get my wallet?)/ (N)
Frank!/ (N)
(There's no such thing as too drunk to sing)/
(And it's only too loud if the cops show)/
(And if they bring the dogs, then maybe our best show right now)/
(Is to jump out the window, window, window, window)/
(Window)/
And so it ends/ (F)
The Never Ending Search for Love/ (F)
Shit, he jumped/ (N)
Frank!/ (N)
