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I'm kid wit kevs hart

It's a Cold world

Something Like Jermaine say (Aye)

Friday night lights

With yo Ol Lady on a Sunday

Shaded on the side

started with a hectic ass morning
I woke up early on a Friday afternoon
Rolled out my bed just to make this tune
Feel like fuckin' shit had Henny night

In a cozy bar on a quiet Friday night
With a band playin' soft under dim bar light
I saw her laughin' across the wood floor
Her smile shinin'

Friday night you drive apart 
With your sister in her car
Breathin’ life from the stereo 
Houses’ blue lights are recalling you back home

‘cause babe all

smoothies
or one with two straws just for you and me
Next Friday comes you get a text you know who'll it be

Can I take you to the movies
Stop acting moody
Go

boots gon' match her stockin'

Long hair and her skin caramel
With a smell of a Pink Friday
Tell the Barbie I got vibes and somethin' to drink my way
I

pussies no jeepers
I use to fuck with my teachers
Friday night lights use to fuck under the bleachers
I give her this meat like a cleaver
No time for games

to appreciate that i found
You
Friday night, staying in bed
No more going to the club, instead
I'm getting used spending time like that
I hope that this thing

He drove her home, 
Last Friday night,
Another date,
Another stupid fight,
He tried to make-up,
Just one emrace,
She slammed,
The car door,
Slammed

the rest
Read your lips
Read your chest 
Im running against
The sunset

As we lay in separate thresholds she can only see the night
She can only feel

my dog concocked the blues 
it was just last Friday they told me about the news 
i swings my feet up out my bed into my house shoes 
its Saturday

the mirror on Friday
Who are you?

And you are all I need, my ocean
So take a hold of me in motion
And I'll be yours until the morning

I'm out by the water

and the bitches
(Right in my hand)
I got the plugs in the cut
(Out by the stand)
Ain't got no money but this henny is just right in my hand
Too lit
Two broads
On me

Senior High
Words and Music By: Justin Busch and Dave Tough
justrbusch@yahoo.com / dave@davetough.com

V1:
18 in Senior high
Had to work on Friday

Lost my mind
Last Friday night
You popped a pill and looked me straight into the eyes
I told you once, no wait I told you twice
I don’t wanna be that

the nearest car with that fresh pine scent
God I love that shit
Call me Mike Ma cuz I'm designed by a faggot (yuh)
Make fun of my own so I don't get the dragnet

the only eye witness is Mr Magoo
Monday morning to Friday night like a freight train running away with my life
No one ever seems to stop no one gets

broad daylight live at night drive by's happen 
Mostly with Mac 10's that don't even spray right
I had to do somethin' about that he shouldn't have

into the garden of love

I lost a lot of friends, I left 'em in a past life
I pour 'em out like a fifth from last Friday night
I put all my hopes

OWEN it's Friday
I'm in love with the cannibal and animal
She take my heart cut me open bitch let me bleed
Let me see what you trynna do to me
Close

was Irish
But he didn't have no gold an' he wasn't too friendly neither
Actually he robbed me of the only dollar I had
Bad, bad luck

Last Friday

Friday nights were the ones when we'd pledge our love
And hold on tight, hold on tight to each other and say the words
That we'd long to hear, that we'd

to Sinéad O'Connor and cry
Or I could spend my Friday night with the cinema guy who says, 'Work it!' 
A real confidence boost if you dig recycled moves

trees 
wish you could see it 


Down at the townhall on Friday night 
The carolers singin by candlelight 
I'm sippin some red wine I know you'd like