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#CasualFriday Video (MV)




Performed By: Mega Towers
Language: English
Length: 3:36
Written by: Brandon Washburn, Britton Washburn




Mega Towers - #CasualFriday Lyrics




Look its school boy Bueller
I'm showing out at the Show & Tell
They sayin' I won't prevail
In hopes I fail but no avail
See in reality
I leave your peanut galleries with a broken shell
I see 'em schemin'
All of you demons can just go to Hell
You niggas frail
If money talks well then I'm aging well
I'm fresh upon the trail of sweet victory
Yeah I know the smell
I'm out here chasing my dreams
I'm making an ends to a mean, I'm on his tail
I'm breathing down success' neck
With failure creepin' at my heels
I keeps it real enough
I've killed enough tracks to build a railroad
So tell those jealous hoes
You can come aboard my train of thought
You better play your part
Already made my mark
And drew a dick on karma's forehead
Back when I was drunk with power
Soberin' up and stackin' more bread
Now my pockets money hungry
Till my ego's gettin' corn fed
Repercussions, eat your corn bread
But these haters talkin' more head
And that don't make no sense
Like bloods cripwalkin' in some Cortez
I'm a thriller on that dance flo'
Spin that hoe, i leave the floor red
But the Lord says Thou Shall Not Kill
Ha, hard enough when you put into account
Just the amount of skill
I'm trying to build with my crowd
And tell 'em just how I feel
Like over the counter pills
Got 'em addicted to my legitimacy
And I did it without a deal
I'm on my grind so I don't sleep in
I don't eat three balanced meals a day
But I know three million ways to kill you
Hope you wrote your will today
Shit roll up and get wheeled away
Against your own free will, no Jada
Pinkett, what you thinking boy?
I'm past the brink of genius
I'M GONE

Hey
It light work baby
Casual Fridays
Twin Towers in the building OW

Its been a year and some change
Since we claimed the presidential race
We dominated
#TowerGang's been nominated Head of State
We clinched the nomination
Though we skipped innauguration
To fulfill some obligations 'fore we celebrate
I'm really not one to hesitate
But given the level of music we brewing
And cheffin' up as of late
Its best for us to set the pace
I know that y'all been anxious
Y'all been waiting since election day
But when your résumé is Grade A certified
You gotta let it marinate
So hold you horses, set your brake
And grab a napkin, knife and fork
And say your grace
Thank the Lord for Heavens sake
Let us pray
Cause eating is a blessin'
Y'all been feenin' for the second
LP and now we feedin' y'all progression
Nigga get a plate
Its seasoned to perfection
Giving every fan the itis
And your speakers indigestion
Just seconds after you pressin' play
Offers on the table
Got these labels ready to set a place
So if you are what you eat
You can say I got expensive taste
I suggest you do your homework
Check your sources and investigate
Research each performance
Each award while you authenticate
You'll see I never forfeited
Or been awarded second place
My wordplay is enormous
Make a thesaurus have a mental break
So break the news
I won't bend or break
I got Jamaican roots
Runnin' this bitch like I'm trained to do
So break the hold or break the rules
My stable's full of Heyman dudes
The Best In The World
Pipe bomb, detonate the fuse
I dare you punks to make a move
So take your bump, pay your dues
I stun you off the stage
A flaming table too
And this ain't Pay-Per-View
But ask about me HUH
That's the truest form of hospitality
And Crit already knowin'
PS4ing on his balcony
The Heavenly aroma
Got me soarin' through the galaxy
So f*ck you peasants pledgin'
You gon' overthrow your majesty
Kappa Zeta Nu boys
Classic Workaholic gag
Gotta be Fresh
A Verse-aholic till the body bag
I hear you niggas talkin' trash
Talkin' money, talkin' cash
Talkin' bout you eatin'
All I ever see is doggy bags
Insomniac
Living my dreams is where you'll find me at
I find it ironic that these copy cats
Be thinking that they iller than the Doc, in fact
I'm sick of you hypochondriacs
So warn your next of kin
I'll check your chin until your jaw is snapped
Administer my finisher
Then fit you for your body cast
Signature and autograph
Sincerely yours, Johnny Cash
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Look its school boy Bueller
I'm showing out at the Show & Tell
They sayin' I won't prevail
In hopes I fail but no avail
See in reality
I leave your peanut galleries with a broken shell
I see 'em schemin'
All of you demons can just go to Hell
You niggas frail
If money talks well then I'm aging well
I'm fresh upon the trail of sweet victory
Yeah I know the smell
I'm out here chasing my dreams
I'm making an ends to a mean, I'm on his tail
I'm breathing down success' neck
With failure creepin' at my heels
I keeps it real enough
I've killed enough tracks to build a railroad
So tell those jealous hoes
You can come aboard my train of thought
You better play your part
Already made my mark
And drew a dick on karma's forehead
Back when I was drunk with power
Soberin' up and stackin' more bread
Now my pockets money hungry
Till my ego's gettin' corn fed
Repercussions, eat your corn bread
But these haters talkin' more head
And that don't make no sense
Like bloods cripwalkin' in some Cortez
I'm a thriller on that dance flo'
Spin that hoe, i leave the floor red
But the Lord says Thou Shall Not Kill
Ha, hard enough when you put into account
Just the amount of skill
I'm trying to build with my crowd
And tell 'em just how I feel
Like over the counter pills
Got 'em addicted to my legitimacy
And I did it without a deal
I'm on my grind so I don't sleep in
I don't eat three balanced meals a day
But I know three million ways to kill you
Hope you wrote your will today
Shit roll up and get wheeled away
Against your own free will, no Jada
Pinkett, what you thinking boy?
I'm past the brink of genius
I'M GONE

Hey
It light work baby
Casual Fridays
Twin Towers in the building OW

Its been a year and some change
Since we claimed the presidential race
We dominated
#TowerGang's been nominated Head of State
We clinched the nomination
Though we skipped innauguration
To fulfill some obligations 'fore we celebrate
I'm really not one to hesitate
But given the level of music we brewing
And cheffin' up as of late
Its best for us to set the pace
I know that y'all been anxious
Y'all been waiting since election day
But when your résumé is Grade A certified
You gotta let it marinate
So hold you horses, set your brake
And grab a napkin, knife and fork
And say your grace
Thank the Lord for Heavens sake
Let us pray
Cause eating is a blessin'
Y'all been feenin' for the second
LP and now we feedin' y'all progression
Nigga get a plate
Its seasoned to perfection
Giving every fan the itis
And your speakers indigestion
Just seconds after you pressin' play
Offers on the table
Got these labels ready to set a place
So if you are what you eat
You can say I got expensive taste
I suggest you do your homework
Check your sources and investigate
Research each performance
Each award while you authenticate
You'll see I never forfeited
Or been awarded second place
My wordplay is enormous
Make a thesaurus have a mental break
So break the news
I won't bend or break
I got Jamaican roots
Runnin' this bitch like I'm trained to do
So break the hold or break the rules
My stable's full of Heyman dudes
The Best In The World
Pipe bomb, detonate the fuse
I dare you punks to make a move
So take your bump, pay your dues
I stun you off the stage
A flaming table too
And this ain't Pay-Per-View
But ask about me HUH
That's the truest form of hospitality
And Crit already knowin'
PS4ing on his balcony
The Heavenly aroma
Got me soarin' through the galaxy
So f*ck you peasants pledgin'
You gon' overthrow your majesty
Kappa Zeta Nu boys
Classic Workaholic gag
Gotta be Fresh
A Verse-aholic till the body bag
I hear you niggas talkin' trash
Talkin' money, talkin' cash
Talkin' bout you eatin'
All I ever see is doggy bags
Insomniac
Living my dreams is where you'll find me at
I find it ironic that these copy cats
Be thinking that they iller than the Doc, in fact
I'm sick of you hypochondriacs
So warn your next of kin
I'll check your chin until your jaw is snapped
Administer my finisher
Then fit you for your body cast
Signature and autograph
Sincerely yours, Johnny Cash
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Writer: Brandon Washburn, Britton Washburn
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