Lyrics:
Ten miles to northward of the narrow port
Open'd a larger haven: thither used
Enoch at times to go by land or sea
And once when there, and clambering
11:30 on a friday night
Headed down to the neon lights
Ain't even had one drink
I feel my phone ring
We get to talkin' and you spill the beans
Guess
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
exemplified by such figures
As James Baldwin, Malcolm X
And Muhammad Ali but the racism
Of the times constricted
Their ability to give full
Rein to this spirit
ten, eleven and up
If you bleed, you get fucked- fucked
No not me, not fo'-oh- not fo'-oh
I beat the bitch down with a two by fo'
Eryfuckinday is
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
now give yourself another second last chance,
Second last chance!
When you're down on your luck then you build it up,
There's only one thing to do
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
Friday night when the sun went down
We'd be running them streets like we owned the town
And I just can't let it go, no, I just can't let it go
I
promises
Can't give u no second chance
Said she love me but I like her friends
All my bitches they 9 and 10s
Baby come with me and u know the vibe
Said
a second I'm reckon
That's prolly why you listenin
To this message, because you need hope
Would you still believe if
The walls tumble down?
If nights start
to this shit, here we go
This my Friday Night Lights, track nineteen
From major to independent, as sightseen, my Ultralight Beam
I ain't finna go into
all means and spread your Wings like a bumblebee
Take off and don't land until you Hit your destiny
Take your dream and multiply it By ten
And see how
I was way-laid
An emergency stop
I smelt the last ten seconds of life
I crashed down on the crossbar
And the pain was enough to make a shy,
I was way-laid
An emergency stop
I smelt the last ten seconds of life
I crashed down on the crossbar
And the pain was enough to make a shy,
remember my rhymes and get the hell away
Just last week when I was walking down the street
I observed this lovely lady that I wanted to meet
I walked up
of Partisans from… on each of those posts, those lampposts. There was a big sign, a big painting up on the wall, I think it was like a poster, just down by where
sayin'? Think
Of my situation nigga
You have 60 seconds remaining
Damn how to start this off
One time to the boss don, coke wave boss
Damn gave my nigga
of my situation, nigga (You have sixty seconds remaining)
Damn, how to start this off
One time to the boss don, coke wave boss, damn
Gave my nigga
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
Another Friday by myself all alone but nowadays everybody hitting my phone
No I.D so the calls unknown but the real ones know
Everybody going
it's Friday night and I'm tryna get into something
Last minute like an argument, I find it funny
Bout $10 worth of gas, yeah
Pray to God that I don't
a game. Wagner did a great job holding him back there that wasnt easy.
COMMENTATOR 1:
Second down and five at the Washington 20-yard line. 14:10
.jpg/300px-30_Seconds_to_Mars,_Anfiteatro_Camerini_(2).jpg "Thirty Seconds to Mars")
Discuss these friday by 10 seconds down Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In