of life ?? ?? but likes the music Insight the use of views produce the news and took a joint pollute it blues Infomercials, tie your shoes, you probably
fruit of life ?? ?? but likes the music Insight the use of views produce the news and took a joint pollute it blues Infomercials, tie your shoes, you
ol' faithful Cause she's always hanging around Dressed up shimmy-shammy In her sequins and pearls Hey there, moon Blue blue moon I'm all alone Blue blue
Thank God, it's Friday night We're together, we're side by side Thank God, ohh, it's you and me All together a family Thank God, it's Friday night We
Wake Up I rub my eyes and take in the sight I decided to leave last night But I stopped when I saw your face But only for a second Because then I realized
Translation: Blue System. Thank God It's Friday Night.
Translation: Gavin Friday. Blue Blue Moon.
yes i, yes i'm worried that they're lies yes i, yes i'm sorry that i tried but i lay it down too deep sometimes for too long up for a moment then that
Oh oh its friday night The white punks play tonight Shirts off you motorcycle rider Night hider And people who pray I believe my jesus Is in my soul
I may be color blind Little white lies in her blue eyes Goodbye is on the way White lies in her blue eyes Evil?s the game she plays White lies in her blue
to disco (Disco) When everything was sweet Let's go back to disco (Disco) They wore bell bottom jeans I'm taking it back to disco (Disco) Just go with me Friday
this stuff It's Friday I'm in love I don't care if Monday's blue Tuesday's gray and Wednesday too Thursday I don't care about you It's Friday I'm in
this stuff It's Friday, I'm in love I don't care if Monday's blue Tuesday's gray and Wednesday too Thursday, I don't care about you It's Friday, I'm
Girls in their heels and a skinny pair of blue jeans Boys in black pearl buttons looking just like Springsteen Mama says why you wanna play in a silly
It all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle Next come the bookends, the way things is looking It's Friday, you in for a long stay
[Chorus: Chamillionaire (Paul Wall)] Guess it's just a hood thing, woodgrain, grippin on the Friday* My chain lookin like the sun Swag turned way up,
aim easy You put me on gang the baby train weazy An? all he told me dude pimpin' ain't easy You used to pop big poppa work Now my diamonds big and blue
