Nato Northeast - Friday Night

I was standing at the bus stop friday night
Raining to the max i was sick of my life
Waiting for the bus but it's far too late
And my phone just died need to call my mate
I'm hoping that he's gonna sort me a quick lift
And in return i'll give him some of my chips
If he don't answer then more for me
I'll just have to meet him at quarter to three
He was last active at like one past one
But by that time i'm far gone past gone
It's me more than tipsy but i'm still chill
Say i won't have another drink bet i will
I get the skill in a bottle then i bounce
Straight to the party back at that house
I walk in the room cool, Yo check me out
In a minute or now i just divn't slow down ahh
Picking it up so you can back it twice
Picking it up so you can back it up nice
Met my friend but all the chips were gone
He said no way i said mate there's none
We went up to the chippy swear down it was shut
It must've been closed for like hours and stuff
And we were in a pickle little riddle what to do so
We started rhyming and freestyling tryna find a new flow
Too dope with the technique when i speak
We missioned to the very dark end of the street
No lightbulb in sight, Quite dull
Three times nice on the mic like bikermice
Think it's time to write some tight vibes tonight
And if you with me, With me in the party wey ayee
Or not
And everytime i spit it man it's sick up on the drop like.

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nato northeast

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