Track 7 of the album Voice Notes from the Back Row · 2015
Fresh Braids Friday
by Zuri Bell
“Eight hours in the braiding chair gives you plenty of time to write a chorus. This is that chorus.”
afrobeats · confident afrobeats · highlife-pop · 2:29
Lyrics
Sat in the chair since the sun came up Sipping my tea in a little paper cup Fingers moving fast, every part in line Patience pays off, it's gonna shine Look at the mirror, who is that Standing taller, head up, back Fresh braids Friday, hey, hey Walking down the street like it's my runway Fresh braids Friday, hey, hey Every little neighbour got something nice to say Swing, swing, let them swing Feeling like a queen and I'm ready to sing Fresh braids Friday, hey, hey Bus driver grins and he tips his hat Lady at the bakery says look at that Little kid points like I'm a cartoon star Oh, I'm gonna wear this smile real far Look at the window, who is that Standing taller, head up, back Fresh braids Friday, hey, hey Walking down the street like it's my runway Fresh braids Friday, hey, hey Every little neighbour got something nice to say Swing, swing, let them swing Feeling like a queen and I'm ready to sing Fresh braids Friday, hey, hey Small things, big things, all the same New look, new day, say my name Whoa, whoa, feel that glow Tell me where the good times go Fresh braids Friday, hey, hey Walking down the street like it's my runway Fresh braids Friday, hey, hey Everybody dance, got something nice to say Swing, swing, let them swing Feeling like a queen and I'm ready to sing Fresh braids Friday, hey, hey Fresh braids Friday Hey, hey, hey