Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Victor Barrett
Songwriter
Lyrics
Daza, how you goin', mate?
Good, Matty, what's been happenin'?
Not a lot
Hey, what's happening this Friday?
Any parties or anything?
Oh, I don't know, man
You don't know?
I'm sure we'll find something to do, eh?
Yep
A few coldies?
Yeah
No worries, mate, I'll talk to you then
I love Fridays, 'cause it's time to relax
Maybe go do some graff or just spinnin' some tracks
Maybe hang with your crew and drink beers to the max
I love Fridays, 'cause Friday's where it's at
Friday morning and the sun is shining
I'm thinkin' about ladies, just standin' there, pining
Thinkin', tonight, will I be wining and dining?
Or will it be out with my mates drinking in a cypher and rhyming?
Either way, it's all good, 'cause, mate, it's 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 ocean's providing, the waves I been riding
Check my style, Aussie laidback with the precisest of timing
I'm only rhyming 'cause emotion pours from my heart
Torn apart is my present, trying to let go of my past
But I can forget about that 'cause it's Friday at last
Time to charge your glass and have a blast
Fridays, yeah, it's time to relax
Maybe go do some graff or just spinnin' some tracks
Maybe hang with your crew, drink beers to the max
I love Fridays, 'cause Friday's where it's at
Well, it's Friday lunch time and I ring up the boys
Will we be drinkin' tonight?
Will we be makin' some noise?
The weather's 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 suddenly say to Op
"After this, you know, we'll go smoke the finest of pot"
So we leave the restaurant at around about two
And start makin' some plans about poundin' some booze
I jump on my mobi' and start roundin' up crew
"Oi, Matty, ring up Hunt, see what he wants to do"
So I ring up Hunt to say, "How you goin', mate?"
"Well, if I had a beer, mate, things'd be great"
I said, "Cool as fuck, 'cause me and Op feel like startin'
We're comin' on the train to your apartment with a carton"
Fridays, yeah, they're time to relax
Maybe go do some graff, or just spinnin' some tracks
Maybe hang with your mates and drink beers to the max
I love Fridays, 'cause Friday's where it's at
It's Friday evening, around six-thirty
The beer is flowing and the jokes are gettin' dirty
Hunter's flat is rockin' like a nightclub
The CD player's pumpin' out Clandestien's "Fight Club"
We'll be drinkin' beers until the end of the night
Cuz have cyphers 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 there's this dope-arse 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 shit 'til he goes off his brain
Then we jump off the train, I leave him in a state
And just to be cocky, I say, "Have a good one, mate"
We get to the party and it's totally smoking
There's hot chicks everywhere, mate, I'm not joking
This hot brunette's already walkin' my way
What can I say? Man, I love Fridays
I love Fridays, 'cause it's time to relax
Maybe go do some graff, or just spinnin' some tracks
Maybe hang with your crew, drink beers to the max
I love Fridays, 'cause Friday's where it's 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 gettin' so drunk that we're all in a state
I love Fridays, hangin' 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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