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Made It To Friday

“Made It To Friday” is track 3 on Rob Matare's Afrobeats album Blessing Too Loud, released October 9, 2026. Afrobeats about blessings you can't keep quiet: grown from gravel, made it to Friday, and a table for two next Thursday.

Rob MatareAfrobeats4:31Home & Faith

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“Made It To Friday” lyrics

Five o'clock… the whistle's about to blow (almost)
Whole week been leaning on my back — but look
We made it to Friday (we made it)
Time clock, let me punch you one last time —

Monday took my morning, Tuesday took my feet
Wednesday had me praying just to find a seat
Thursday I was running on the last of the phone
Battery on three percent, still I made it home
But the badge is coming off, the boots by the door
Envelope in my pocket — thin, but it's mine, all mine, for sure
Five days of heavy, one evening of light —
Timesheet full, tank empty, heart still bright
The week don't own me now, 'cause the week's out of sight

If your hands are tired but you're standing here — (right here!)
If you clocked the whole week and you made it clear —
Blow the whistle, drop the weight, let the corner hear:

We made it to Friday! (made it!)
Clock out, come alive! (alive!)
The week tried to break us — (it tried!)
Look who's still here to survive! (survive!)
We made it to Friday! (made it!)
Let the whole block say —
No bad day can hold us now
Bad week, run away! (run away!)

Whoop! — Friday! (Friday!)
Whoop! — Friday! (Friday!)
Clock out, come alive — hey! (hey!)

The nurse just finished a double, still she's dancing (Amara-style!)
Twelve hours on her feet — now the feet are hers again
The driver parked the bus and he's advancing
Vendor packed the tray, teacher closed the class
Security clocked out, guard dog off the leash
Auntie sold the very last one, now the weekend's here at last
Nobody rich in here, but everybody GLOWS
Payday's small but present — and the good Lord surely knows
We didn't quit on Tuesday when the tank ran low —
So the whistle's for us now: clock out, let's go!
Weekend on the table, worries on the shelf

If your hands are tired but you're standing here — (right here!)
If you clocked the whole week and you made it clear —
Blow the whistle, drop the weight, let the corner hear:

We made it to Friday! (made it!)
Clock out, come alive! (alive!)
The week tried to break us — (it tried!)
Look who's still here to survive! (survive!)
We made it to Friday! (made it!)
Let the whole block say —
No bad day can hold us now
Bad week, run away! (run away!)

Whoop! — Friday! (Friday!)
Whoop! — Friday! (Friday!)
Clock out, come alive — hey! (hey!)

Where the double-shift people? (right here!)
Where the last-bus people? (right here!)
Where the "almost quit Wednesday" people? (RIGHT HERE!)
Then blow it loud — clock out, clock out! (WHOOP!)
One more — who made it to the weekend alive? (WE DID!)
Louder for the ones on the night shift! (WHOOP!)

Who survived the Monday meeting? (whoop!)
Who survived the Thursday double? (whoop!)
Who's got just enough for the weekend? (whoop!)
Then punch that clock and let it ring — FRIDAY! (FRIDAY!)

I won't pretend the week was kind to me
It took more than it gave, that's plain to see
But I'm here. The boots are off. The envelope's thin but real —
And a tired man dancing is a tired man who healed
A thin envelope still buys a Friday night
And a full week survived is its own kind of light
So don't tell me small — tell me STANDING
Tell me the week swung hard and I'm still landing
(let the whistle bring it home — GO!)

We made it to Friday!
Clock out, come alive!
The week tried to break us —
Look who's still here to survive!

We made it to Friday! (made it!)
Clock out, come alive! (alive!)
The week tried to break us — (it tried!)
Look who's still here to survive! (survive!)
We made it to Friday! (made it!)
Let the whole block say —
No bad day can hold us now
Bad week, run away! (run away!)
Friday! (Friday!) — Friday! (Friday!)
Clock out, come alive! (COME ALIVE!)

Whoop! — Friday! (Friday!)
Whoop! — Friday! (Friday!)
Clock out, come alive — hey! (hey, hey!)

Whoo… we made it to Friday
Whoo… clock out, come alive
Whoo… Friday (Friday)
Whoo… clock out, come alive (alive)

Boots by the door… thin envelope on the table (there it is)
Weekend finally here now and I'm able (I'm able)
We made it to Friday (mm… we really made it)
Same time clock next week — but that's next week's fight (next week!)
See you Monday morning — but not yet, not yet (not yet!)
We made it to Friday (we made it, we made it)

Lyrics written by Rob Matare. Written by me • made with AI. Artist visuals are digitally created.

More from Blessing Too Loud

  1. 1Grew From Gravel4:32
  2. 2Doors That Closed4:18
  3. 4Mango After Winter5:26
  4. 5Blessing In Traffic4:31
  5. 6Two Plates2:46
  6. 7Market Day3:13
  7. 8Bad Day Run Away3:41
  8. 9The Ones Who Stayed5:19
  9. 10Patch What We Love4:45
  10. 11Visa Stamp Waist3:42
  11. 12The Fountain Remembers2:57
  12. 13Seven Dresses2:59
  13. 14Two Chairs in the Courtyard3:12
  14. 15Moon Over Marrakech3:15
  15. 16Red Dress, Blue Moon2:49
  16. 17Don’t Say Goodbye in French3:22
  17. 18The Radio Still Loves You2:46
  18. 19Suya by Midnight2:39
  19. 20We Turned True2:37
  20. 21I Hear You in the Wood3:50
  21. 22Table for Two Next Thursday3:29
  22. 23Not What It Looks Like3:05
  23. 24Say Amen Quick3:36

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