The temperature is rising But it ain't stopping me now The doctor keeps advising But I've gotta get by somehow And all I hear is conversation, miscommunication Pick and choose the friends to call All I feel is aggravation, immobilization Did we begin the end of it all? Go out and get loose So I get paid I'm here to serve and run away (To Wednesday it's my Friday) Roll up and excuse The masquerade Ain't got a dime living in L.A (Now every day's my Friday) I keep on revising What cannot allow I'm always analyzing Every other face in the crowd It's my mind's negotiation, search for affirmation Got to find the wherewithal Ignore the correlation, give to temptation Did we begin the end of it all Go out and get loose So I get paid I'm here to serve and run away (To Wednesday it's my Friday) Roll up and excuse The masquerade Ain't got a dime living in L.A (Now every day's my Friday) Go out and get loose So I get paid I'm here to serve and run away (To Wednesday it's my Friday) Roll up and excuse The masquerade