Lyrics:
trust nobody
I've been betrayed by everybody around
Cracking jokes I don't laugh much
For help I never could ask much
If I'm down an out I get passed
Miss Fortune
Brothers, you must proceed with caution
Don't let lady luck pass you by, no
You might as well give good grace a try
All I wanted was
And branded me
And branded me
Whoh-oh-oh
You taught me how to fly
You were right there by my side
You were what I wanted
And everything I was looking for
the deep end, baby, let's go
I'll be gone by the weekend, baby, XO
Most insane out of body experience
And I repent for everything I'ma do again (I
It's a big job gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been workin' man, dang near all my life but I'll keep workin'
Long as my two hands are
you really need 'em?
When I was locked up in the county, I ain't even see 'em
I'm by my lonely, lonely
What happen to the bitches and the party?
ain't miss by a hair
You could drop shit in this whip, not a hair
Proceed with care, the set keep trees in the air
No need for VIP passes, my whole
I have to work another night shift
I won't be coming home tonight
You don't have to worry where the time slips
Only by the night I come to life
heart?
(Yeah yeah)
When you read my love letter
(When you read my love letter)
Weekends and birthdays
Celebrations, holidays
Love making history
the feed lots, clerks in the markets
On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer
And his dreams of tomorrow, surrounded by fences
But he'll dream tonight of when
talkin' on the phone and
My brain is roaming and I don't know where it's going
Talking lots of shit a little tweaking on the weekend
I've got to get
unknown,
He: Far from the cry of the city where flowers pretty caress the stream,
Both: Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in, don't let it abide in my
We'll have some fun, gonna dance on the run
It's a perfect day to break away
We'll hit Tulsa by Tuesday, follow the stars above
Spend the weekend in
has come
And I feel like a bum
'Cause I spent my last dime
On a worthless old friend
On a drunken weekend
I've done it time after time
She's got
Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushing back on your hairline
Fucking ? will have you stuck in that pill line
Your bitch miss the V-I this weekend
always workin' hard
If you tryin' to get the money I'ma do my part
On the weekends, we like to celebrate
Cash checks ride away can't wait
Fuck crime,
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been a workin' man dang near all of my life
I'll keep on workin' long as these
I went back to the doctor
To get another shrink.
I sit and tell him about my weekend,
But he never betrays what he thinks.
Can you see the real
pimp (pimp) by the name of Fresh
Fix hair, fix nails, fix toes, fix breast
But one chick super sick, make every nigga grab his stick
Heart pound up
up in
New York my whole life i would
Go to the block and hang out with
My home girls on the weekend
And then Monday through Friday I was
Having
sheets of muslin
And velvet and there
Strokèd was he by maidens
Of the Orient for sixteen days and
Nights strokèd they him, yea verily
And caressèd him
His
it's
Time to burp you, niggas
See, every day is a weekend, we spend
Money on the strong pack
You niggas is weaklin's
Catch me on one, two
Five
Wednesday, I'm stable
Thursday, I'm up to something
Friday, I'm screaming
When I'm asleep
Then by the weekend I'll need a restraining order
So get into
and I'll see you later
Back Monday morning with a fresh pair of gators
A fly suit, bills all paid
Waxed my ride and freaked my babe
I love the weekends
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