Lyrics:
Why Good Friday

even in a whisper to my own little sister i just act like a dick and talk shit when i'm with her aught six i'll say the friday before easter was not

cause it what it will: He who hide the wrong he did Surely did the wrong thing still. Get in the studio of - Studio of time and experience Here we experience the good

crowd on a Friday night And everybody's screaming out, yeah, yeah, yeah And everybody's singin' out, yeah, yeah, yeah Get on your feet if it feels good

know the city gettin' ready Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin' ready for me I know the city gettin' ready (Big Sean) Now tell me, do it feel good

lay you down It's Friday night, just got paid freshest cube in a glass of lemonade I was down in Miami, flying back today Call up Nikki, she like to get kinky, have a good

Thank God it's Friday night And I just got paid Money Money Money Just got paid, Friday night Party hoppin', feelin' right Booties shakin', all around

wait for Tuesday I really never liked Fridays I can't do what I wanna do Sold out at the movies Can't eat at the restaurants Everybody want a good

i was just playing you say you love me if i was just paying why i gotta be like that, why must i chase the cat or really why must I chase the rat nigga

the same color as almonds Yeah I always wanted to wife it She's the kind of girl you wanna spend your life with but I never did get a chance Why? Cause