Matt Solo - Another Friday Night lyrics

[Produced by IGNORVANCE] [Engineering by Colton "Hiro" Bonine] [Intro] (La, da) [Verse 1] Circumstances of a raw deal, brought up around the drama Blaming mistakes on blocked tears, not fallin down from trauma Mama what happened to us?, why am I rappin' to ya? Father what happened to ya, what's that crash done to ya? What's that rappin' done for ya?, 6 words that cause me pain Is life just pa**in' something brutal?, 6 words that bog my brain Has this search jus been in vain?, walking without the light Talkin' all impolite, lost missin' advice Doing wrong, instead of right Nauseous, in this life Carsick on this ride, cautious wit this 9 Naw chill out patna you fine, words of deceit from comrades Backseat pullin' that gra**, as we speed from combat Pull up on E, with co*ked hats, see police so Glock stashed Already deep lookin' hot wax, keep it g homie stop that Pull off, got gas, back to mayhem or life you might call it Guess ain't no right way to call it, just another Friday out crawlin' [Hook] Just another Friday night, wit the homies Couple guns, couple bills, gettin' money Wit the clutter in my mind feelin' lonely Another thug struggle real, no phony Out coolin' we don't want no drama I can promise they don't want no problems We jus rollin' round life, real lawless Knowin d**h hidin' right round the corner On a Friday [Verse 2] Mothaf**a think we don't bang? Blow yo mothaf**in' brains all inside of yo range Where the f** you think you at homie?, The mindstate: of a youngin' from the Chatt homie The crime rate: Doubles up when we in black homie Define fate, just depends on where you at homie The light fades: as they slip off in bottles With a clip full of hollows Pride today, tears tomorrow, racin' faces of horror Raised in places of product, taught to slang while they braught up f**ed around and got proper, now I can't put my Glock up Homies in chains who we follow, call us insane off in lock up Constant as pain that we block up, won't let our eyes shed that water Spend our days in the darkness, run from the light and that water No baptizing a warrior, jus to back slide by tomorrow Round 4 on the corner, feelin' his soul is at risk No light showin this mornin' already knowin' it is On a [Hook] Just another Friday night, wit the homies Couple guns, couple bills, gettin' money Wit the clutter in my mind feelin' lonely Another thug struggle real, no phony Out coolin' we don't want no drama I can promise they don't want no problems We jus rollin' round life, real lawless Knowin d**h hidin' right round the corner On a Friday [Outro] (La, da)