A refreshing song that is used in a lot of TikTok videos recently is “Now all my friends are wasted, and I hate this club…”
You cannot call it a trend like all the other social media trends where you have to do something particular. But using this song for all sorts of fun things is the new TikTok trend right now (August 2021).
Now all my friends are wasted song explored
This song was created by the British production duo Snakehips. The video above is the official version of this song and it features Tinashe and Chance the Rapper.
Although it was released on 21st October 2015 by Sony Music UK and Columbia Records, it has recently gained a lot of attention on TikTok. You can hear this song once and get addicted to it which is probably why it won the Ivor Novello Award in May 2016 in the Best Contemporary Song category.
This song is used to show what friends do when they are drunk or to display any party scene. It is also a nice beat to dance to. Check out some of the best attempts at this song below.
Lyrics of the TikTok song
We open with the vultures, kissing the cannibals
Sure I get lonely, when I’m the only
Only human in the heaving heat of the animals
Bitter brown salt, stinging on my tongue and I
I will not waiver, I will not wait its turn
It will beat, it will burn, burn, burn your love into the ground
With the lips of another
‘Til you get lonely, sure I get lonely sometimes
All my friends are wasted
And I hate this club
Man, I drink too much
Another Friday night I wasted
My eyes are black and red
I’m crawling back to your bed
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, nigga
Lions are for real, nigga
Dying is for real, niggas dying off of pills, nigga
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…)
All my friends are wasted
And I hate this club
Man, I drink too much
Another Friday night I wasted
My eyes are black and red
I’m crawling back to your bed
Do you get lonely?
Sure I get lonely some nights
When the angels on my shoulder
Slump my head
I’m stuck here with the vultures
Hissing and circling
You didn’t call me, call me, call me, call me
I’m crawling, crawling, crawling back to you
All my friends are wasted
And I hate this club
Man, I drink too much
Another Friday night I wasted
My eyes are black and red
I’m crawling back to your bed