Skrrrrt out the gate, been grindin' all day, bruh,
Clock’s ticked down, now it’s payday, uh!
Swing through the jungle, I’m Tarzan with saws,
Turnin' trunks to paper, yeah, profit in my paws.
Finally Friday, blastin' off dirty,
Pockets full, wallet thick, sittin' all sturdy.
First round's on me, let the tab run wide,
Let’s split the chain of the 9-to-5 grind.
Clock hands drop, chains unmelt,
Free ride now, it’s the best I felt.
Logs to stacks, stacks to flame,
Flippin' time’s script like it’s all a game.
Choppin’ ‘em trees, no squirrel or raccoon,
Turned that wood to bills, I’m the tycoon.
Overtime hours got muscles sore and tight,
But the grind game strong, stay flexin’, alright?
Finally Friday, blastin' off dirty,
Pockets full, wallet thick, sittin' all sturdy.
First round's on me, let the tab run wide,
Let’s split the chain of the 9-to-5 grind.
Clock hands fightin’, overtime knockin’ my grind,
Swingin' hard like Tarzan through a woodline.
Turn trees to logs, logs morph into stacks,
Paper towers climb high, Friday got my back.
It’s finally Friday, no chains I’m breakin’,
First round’s on me, thirst never mistaken.
Time to unwind, let loose, cut the tether,
Weekend freedom hits strong, storm’s perfect weather.
Bossman barkin', but my tongue stays venom,
Clock hits five, now my crew start sendin’ ‘em.
Money chopped up quick, Timberland ambition,
Logs spinnin' in my name, that paper’s ammunition.
It’s finally Friday, no chains I’m breakin’,
First round’s on me, thirst never mistaken.
Time to unwind, let loose, cut the tether,
Weekend freedom hits strong, storm’s perfect weather.
Hardwood hustle, chopping days to slivers,
Drink pours smooth, Friday night delivers.
Through the grind of the jungle, I claim my prize,
Swinging through the vines, stacking highs on highs.
Paycheck heavy, wallet’s now flexin',
Freedom hit the system, my vibe ain't guessin’.
Logs burn fast when the fire is lit,
Pockets smokin’, but I'm still legit.
Chain-swing, sawdust’s my snowstorm rain,
Made cash from splinters, nothin' was in vain.
Clockhands bowed down at the power of my will,
Week’s over, cheers storm loud, call it a skill.Sun burned, hands calloused, gripping that bark,
Chainsaw growl, man, I lived in the dark.
Five days deep, sweating sap through my sleeves,
Now the week’s gone, time to blow off this steam.
It’s finally Friday, the first round’s on me,
Over time strong, now I’m finally free.
Worked in the trees for the man all week,
Finally Friday, let the good times speak.
Sky high swinging, that sawdust ballet,
Climbing ropes cut closer with every payday.
Back-breaking grind, bossman’s grin split my pride,Now it’s bar stools and laughter, sweet night ride.Sap-stained boots trade floors for sticky tile,
Cold beer's the remedy, pain's out of style.
Pine-tar stories spill, the fellas toast to the crew,
Heads nodding, grooves thick like gumbo roux.
It’s finally Friday, the first round’s on me,
Over time strong, now I’m finally free.It's finally Friday 1st rounds on me
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