COOL AS THE BREEZE/FRIDAY Lyrics

COOL AS THE BREEZE/FRIDAY - Chronixx

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Oh yeh, oh yeh

Oh yeh, oh yeh

Yeh, yeh, yeh yeh, yeh, yeh

Roll out we cool as the breeze

Wallet look like a science book

Swear a school mi ago teach

Rev the truck up to the mountain top and as soon as mi reach

Go get di skunk, kick the shoes off mi feet

Then me bless the cup, 32 psalms mi read

Give thanks fi di love mi receive

Mi work every day, inna the street

And everyday end with nights like these

When a holiday, wi touch pan di beach

White t-shirt and a cut off jeans

And we nuh need no sneakers

Sand grains a massage mi feet

Blessing a flow like river

Girl drop asleep, she steam the indica

Wake her an seh

The sun burning up til it red

Welcome to Kingston, every day is a summer

Every night feel like a Friday

Rev d bike til dem swear is a hummer

High grade a make wi eye red

Still wi nah go red yiy fi nobody tings

Every night a Friday

Oh yeh oh yeh

General a general and when wi touch di road

Mi an mi empress an mi bredda dem nuh roll wid nuh stranger

Herbs pretty like a emerald, no one pound, a several in the chalice

Puff it up mek Babylon see the vapour

Tell yuh dem nuh ready fi di energy wi bringing

Every style weh dem a falla yes a we a di maker

Spending like a runner, think a Bolt when wi come ya

Member everyday a summer when yuh deh a Jamaica

Hold on nuh baby

This place kinda crazy

Everybody a dance

Catch the energy

Babylon can’t stop the music

Rastafari keep wi groovin

The whole world a pree fi touch down in the West Indies

Cause

The sun burning up til it red

Welcome to Kingston, every day is a summer

Every night feel like a Friday

Rev d bike til dem swear is a hummer

High grade a make wi eye red

Still wi nah go red yiy fi nobody tings

Every night a Friday

Oh yeh oh yeh

Mi work every day, inna the street

Everyday end with nights like these

When a holiday, wi touch pan di beach

A white t-shirt and a cut off jeans

And we nuh need no sneakers

Di warm sand grains a massage mi feet

Mi locs long like Jesus locs

When mi steam the sativa up

La la la la

Dancehall (la, la, la, la), dancehall (la, la, la, la), dancehall (la, la, la, la), dancehall (la, la, la, la)

Dancehall (la, la, la, la), dancehall (la, la, la, la)

Sun burning up til it red (oh yeh)

Welcome to Kingston, every day is a summer

Every night feel like a Friday (oh yeh)

Rev d bike til dem swear is a hummer

High grade a make wi eye red (oh yeh)

Still wi nah go red yiy fi nobody tings

Every night a Friday (oh yeh)

Oh yeh oh yeh

Sun burning up til it red (oh yeh)

Welcome to Kingston, every day is a summer

Every night feel like a Friday (oh yeh)

Rev d bike til dem swear is a hummer

High grade a make wi eye red (oh yeh)

Still wi nah go red yiy fi nobody tings

Every night a Friday (oh yeh)