Friday - Intellectual

Them man say they’re blacked out

I don’t care if I know cuz

Then man want that skrt skrt

I prefer a chauffeur

Only time we black out

Is when them lights get blacked out

An when them lights get blacked out

You already know

Cuz she throw it where we sleeping

She throw it on the sofa

Throw it till’ she weak at the knees she a soldier

And she hates that I ain’t got much time

But she knows

That I can change that sofa to a throne

And I’m, unreal nice with that saucy vibe you can call me Heinz

Provide the right vibe

King size so you can call me your highness

Look

I read that songs of soloman book

I know I’d do you like soloman wood so I might just give you king soloman wood so

You deserve a king, you keep my head straight

There’s a million different things in I mean head space

I guess that imma have these issues till I’m dead waste

I’m for ever wishing I could be there in a set way

Wha

There’s to much gang is happening, there’s too much gang is happening

There’s too much this is happening

There’s too much that is happening

I just want a quiet Friday night with ya

I don’t wanna fight with ya

I just wanna keep it nice with ya

With ya

There ain’t ever been much love for these streets babe

It’s cold out here I’m missing these babe

Till I’m back just keep me on re play

Re play

I know exactly why she hates ya

I’m here then I’m gone again

I just wanna drop a tape

And make enough money to run away

To a foreign place

On holiday

But don’t you worry babe

Cause I’m coming babe

Turn your sleeping chamber to a working place

I’m gonna have you moaning bab you ain’t complain

Call me cocky babe

I just know it babe

So much gang-ish running through my head phones

No love being played on my radio

Late night working at my desk bruise my elbows