lirik lagu matty b - fridays
dazza how you going mate?
good matty whats been happening?
not a lot, hey what’s happening this friday any parties or anything?
i dunno man
ya dunno? i’m sure we’ll find something to do ay, few coldies?
yeah
no worries mate, i’ll talk to you then
i love fridays cos its time to relax
maybe go do some graph or just spinnin some tracks
maybe hang with your crew and drink beers to the max
i love fridays, cos fridays where its at
friday morning an the sun is shining
i’m thinkin about ladies, just standing there pining
thinking, tonight will i be wining and dining or will i be out with my mates drinking, in a cipher and rhyming
either way its all good
cos mate its all timing so i’m gonna go with the flow
probably give the mic a hiding, reciting
some topic igniting rhymes, representing the times
of revolutionary fighting, where the oceans providing
the waves i been riding
check my style aussie layback with the precisest of timing
i’m only rhyming cos emotion pours from my heart
torn apart is my present, trying to let go of my past
but i can forget about that cos its friday at last
time to charge your gl-ss and have a blast
fridays yeah its time to relax
maybe go do some graph or just spinnin some tracks
maybe hang with your crew and drink beers to the max
i love fridays, cos fridays where its at
it’s friday lunch time better ring up the boys
will we be drinking tonight will we be making some noise
the weathers hot as hot can be so we go for a swim and a vietnamese feed
we go to viet-wa where the waitresses are hot
the food’s tasty and healthy and you don’t pay a lot
halfway through lunch i suddently say to ot ‘after this you know we’ll go smoke the finest of pot’
so we leave the restaurant at a round about 2
we start making some plans about pounding some booze
i jump on my motey and start rounding up crew
‘oi matty ring up hunt see what he wants to do’
so i ring up hunt and say ‘how you going mate’
‘well if i had a beer mate things would be great’
i said ‘cool as f-ck cos me and ot feel like starting, we’re coming on the train to your apartment with a carton’
fridays
yeah they’re time to relax, maybe go do some graph or just spinnin some tracks
maybe hang with your mates and drink beers to the max
i love fridays, cos fridays where its at
it’s friday evening, around six thirty
the beer is flowing and the jokes are getting dirty
huntes flat is rockin like a night club
the cd players pumpin out cladenstines fight club
we’ll be drinkin beers until the end of the night
cuz have cipher recite stuff
and then i might just make the call to head out to the right pub
the one full of ladies so i can get a tight rub
suddenly hunter yells out in a burst
‘hey i know where theres this dope bar, ‘s a 21st’
so we head to the party, we ride on the train
and just for fun i’m drivin the train dog insane
i’m givin him so much sh-t til he goes off his brain
then we jump off the train, i leave him in a state
just to be c-cky i say ‘have a good one mate’
we get to the party and it’s totally smokin
there’s hot chicks everywhere mate i’m not jokin
this hot brunette’s already walkin my way
what can i say
man i love fridays
i love fridays cos its time to relax
maybe go do some graph or just spinnin some tracks
maybe hang with your crew and drink beers to the max
i love fridays, cos fridays where its at
i love fridays when the sun is out
i love fridays now you know what they’re all about
i love fridays when i drink with my mates
until we’re getting so drunk that we’re all in a state
i love fridays, hanging out with the crew, just drinkin a brew, they’re always comin through
i love fridays comin up with something brand new
i love fridays, to fridays i’ll keep it true
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