Sam Fender - Friday Fighting Lyrics
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Friday Fighting
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What Are The Lyrics For Friday Fighting By Sam Fender?
(Whoa)
Chest pushed out so far his back could break 'Cause girls appreciate the very worst primates Had I known it when I hit the floor Fresh from the Mantua war, people scream for more It's Friday fighting Oh, it's Friday fighting On the corner with the reprobates That you will call your mates for all the years you'll waste This toxic masculinity It's all that I can see in floods of thirsty streets It's Friday fighting Oh, it's Friday fighting Oh, it's Friday and I'm fighting Let it all out on someone who doesn't know What's behind these closed doors But it's Friday, I'll be fighting You'll find him by the way he walks And all the girls he warps with his addictive talk The door I turn attention to The boy that had no clue what he was coming to It's Friday fighting Oh, it's Friday fighting Oh, it's Friday and I'm fighting Let it all out on someone who doesn't know What's behind these closed doors But it's Friday and I'm fighting Let it all out on someone who doesn't know What's behind these closed doors What's behind these closed doors What's behind these closed doors What's behind these closed doors Oh, it's Friday Oh, it's Friday |
Who Wrote Friday Fighting By Sam Fender?
Sam Fender
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What's The Duration Of The Friday Fighting By Sam Fender?The duration of Friday Fighting is 3:10 minutes and seconds. |
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