Chronixx - COOL AS THE BREEZE/FRIDAY (Official Video)

COOL AS THE BREEZE/FRIDAY:

Director: Meji Alabi
Producer: Jimi Adesanya
JA Service Producer: Carleene Samuels
Stylist: Ayishat Akanbi

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(C) 2020 Soul Circle Music


Intro
Oh yeh, oh yeh
Oh yeh, oh yeh
Yeh, yeh, yeh yeh, yeh, yeh

Verse 1
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

Chorus
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 yeye fi nobody tings
Every night a Friday
Oh yeh oh yeh

Verse 2
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 vapor
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

Bridge
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

Chorus
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 yeye 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
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 yeye fi nobody tings
Every night a Friday (oh yeh)
Oh yeh oh yeh

Sun burning up til it red
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 yeye fi nobody tings
Every night a Friday (oh yeh)