Friday night - natori

Toyroom on a Friday night fuck a bad bitch, yeah Padha cash on me yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Chaata main saara smoke Chaata main saare hoes Bank hit, kiya blow Har din lit mera kyu Bank mera full so kyu Bitch meri bad so kyu Show gone main so on, bitch go home Live on main lit mode yeh shit so Padha cash on me yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Padha cash hai full bitch Kar raha ball bank full bitch Light switch up badla abhi ghar pe light Jeevan bright Jab cash aata padhosi aate, rishtedaar jisne na koi rishta wo aate Kaun yeh log Paise aaye par main na badla, shooter badle Nahi chahiye yeh sab stoic main Bitch meri throw it back Lean cup main refill that Show 'em that Go Toyroom on a Friday night fuck a bad bitch, yeah Padha cash on me yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Chaata main saara smoke Chaata main saare hoes Bank hit, kiya blow Har din lit mera kyu Bank mera full so kyu Bitch meri bad so kyu Show gone main so on, bitch go home Live on main lit mode yeh shit so Padha cash on me yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

This city's looking like a ghost town All the stores downtown they've been closing down Yeah, the only lights that shine for miles Are lighting up the sky above memorial drive And if you want a seat you better come on down 'Cause when the band fires up that old glory sound This is the moment we've all been waiting for Lining them up, and the whistle blows This ain't no game around here It's more like religion We've built this thing 'round here A football tradition So everybody get up And feast your eyes On the highlight of small town life It's Friday night And winning state would be a miracle Man, we did it back in '54 And if the baptist church prayed Sunday morning We might just stand a chance with the help of the Lord This is ain't no game around here It's more like religion We've built this thing right here A football tradition So, everybody get up And feast your eyes On the highlight of small town life It's Friday night And now the stadium's quiet Standing here alone on this old 50 yard line If I listen close i can hear battle cries Of all the heroes come and gone before I was alive The memories of fourth and three Now that rival game is coming back to me It meant more than a big state ring If we could do it again it'd never be the same Remember the lights and the butterflies Giving it all just one last time Because heroes are remembered but *dragons* never die This is ain't no game around here It's more like religion We've built this thing right here A football tradition So, everybody get up And feast your eyes On the highlight of small town life It's Friday night Come on