OK Friday (feat. Annapantsu & Rustage)

I'll run away and take you home
Our love is high, can't take you slow
Refrains, I'ma blow by those
Guns through the thorns for my rose
So play (so play) my waves (my waves)
Stay by my shoulder, 'til they call game over
No break (no break), no way (no way)
See me shining on the stage (ha)

When the baseless teen, faces schemes
And bass is ringing out
I'm impatiently, chasing dreams
Erasing every doubt
Taking you to see Kauai
It's all figured out
This true love, like a show
And I can't go on alone

Got it locked and loaded
Stacking bodies, like a school ground
You go toe to toe with Pico
We know I go all out (ugh)
Bеst be prepared for thе fallout
Thunder and lightning bring waves like a stormcloud
Bam bam, don't do the talking, ain't here for chit chat
Madman, watch how I'm giving a lil' bit back
Spit that venom, I'm givin BF a lethal dose
I can do it scot-free like it's Pico mode

When the baseless teen, faces schemes
And bass is ringing out (ringing out)
I'm impatiently, chasing dreams
Erasing every doubt (erasing doubt)
Taking you to see Kauai
It's all figured out (figured out)
This true love, like a show
And I can't go on alone

Okay, really though (Really though)
Friday, here we go
Your Momma wanna make me cry
But it's gonna be one funky night
Sunset gettin' low (gettin' low)
Friday, here we go
Your Momma wanna make me cry
But it's gonna be one funky night

Oh-oh, your baby
Oh-oh, your baby
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-a-a-a

(Oh, yeah) so let's get real, I'm tired of the "Won't they?"
Isn't it obvious? No money, but we're rich
Our love's insured, this flow is the co-pay
Feel into the rhythm when I kiss your lips (mwah)
Thinking out loud to you, my babe
When you're singin' out, it'll make my day
No matter up, down, or sideaways, it's only you
So let's get real, I'm tired of the "Won't they?"
We're so obvious in love

This Friday night, we come alive
I can't tell no lie, it feels so right
This Friday night, this Friday night
This Friday night, this Friday night
This Friday night, this Friday night (ha-ha)

Okay, really though (hey, oh)
Friday, here we go (here we go)
Your Momma wanna make me cry
But it's gonna be one funky night
Sunset gettin' low (gettin' low)
Friday
This true love, like a show
And I can't go on alone (oh)

When the baseless teen, faces schemes
And bass is ringing out (ringing out)
I'm impatiently, chasing dreams
Erasing every doubt (every doubt)
Taking you to see Kauai (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
It's all figured out (figured out)
This true love, like a show
And I can't go on alone (no)



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Green
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