Chronixx - COOL AS THE BREEZE/FRIDAY Lyrics

Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Roll out we cool as the breeze
Wallet look like a science book
Swear ah school me ah go teach
Rev di truck up to the mountain top
And as soon as me reach
Go get di skunk, kick the shoes off mi feet
Then me bless the cup, 32 Psalms me read
Give thanks fi di love me receive

Me work every day inna the street
And everyday end weth nights like these
When a holiday, touch pan di beach
A white t-shirt and a cut off jeans
And we nuh need no sneakers (no)
Sand grains ah massage mi feet
Blessing ah flow like river
Girl drop asleep, she steam di Indica
Wake her an' say

Sun burning up 'til it red
Welcome to Kingston, every day is a summer
Every night feel like a Friday
Rev di bike 'til dem swear is a Hummer
High grade ah make we eye red
Still we nah go red eye fi nobody tings
Every night a Friday
(Oh yeah, oh yeah) Oh yeah, oh yeah

General a general and when we touch e road
Me an' mi empress an me bredda dem nuh roll wid nuh stranger
Herbs pretty like a emerald, no one pound, ah several
In the chalice puff it up mek Babylon see di vapour
Tell you dem nuh ready fi di energy we bringing
Every style weh dem ah follow, yes ah we ah di maker
Spending like a runner, think ah Bolt when we come 'ya
'Member every day ah summer when you deh ah Jamaica

Hold on nuh baby
This place kinda crazy, oh oh
Everybody ah dance catch di energy
(Everybody catch di energy)
Babylon can't stop di music
Rastafari keep it groovin'
The whole world ah pree fi touch down
In the West Indies 'cause

Di sun burning up 'til it red
Welcome to Kingston, every day is a summer
Every night feel like a Friday
Rev di bike 'til dem swear is a Hummer
High grade ah make we eye red
Still we nah go red eye fi nobody tings
Every night a Friday (yeah)
(Oh yeah, oh yeah) Oh yeah, oh yeah

Me work every day inna the street
And everyday end weth nights like these
When a holiday, touch pan di beach
A white t-shirt and a cut off jeans
And we nuh need no sneakers (no)
Di warm sand grains ah massage mi feet
Mi locs long like Jesus locs
When me steam the sativa up
La la la la la la

Dancehall (la, la, la, la)
Dancehall whoa (la, la, la, la)
Dancehall (la, la, la, la)
Dancehall (la, la, la, la), the people need
Dancehall (la, la, la, la), people love
Dancehall (la, la, la, la), people love
Dancehall (la, la, la, la), the people need
Dancehall (la, la, la, la)

Di sun burning up 'til it red (oh yeah)
Welcome to Kingston, every day is a summer
Every night feel like a Friday (oh yeah)
Rev di bike 'til dem swear is a Hummer
High grade a make we eye red (oh yeah)
Still we nah go red eye fi nobody tings
Every night a Friday (oh yeah)
Oh yeah oh yeah

Di sun burning up 'til it red (oh yeah)
Welcome to Kingston, every day is a summer
Every night feel like a Friday (oh yeah)
Rev di bike 'til dem swear is a Hummer
High grade a make we eye red (oh yeah)
Still we nah go red eye fi nobody tings
Every night a Friday (oh yeah)