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creeping 
I wanna know if I'm the 9-5 or the weekend
Wanna know if I be on your mind when your freaking 
Either way it's no coming back Yo it's over 
We got

up all of his weed
That's me

Yo' nigga in my dms
Liking photos, steady creepin'
Tryna link with me tonight
And fly a bitch out on the weekend
But I'm

I know you got a nine to five I could be your weekend
I be getting to the money I ain't even sleeping
But I could make you call-off
Hit it from

to
I’ve been getting right for the weekend
Money yeah I swim in the deep end
I don’t understand what you speaking
I am in my zone yeah I’m peaking
Leaking,

with
What was that smoke even laced with
Just wanted to forget
Everclear straight to my blood
Some stuff that I regret
Fist full of mud
Benz 500 class

daddy what the fuck does he call you
I tell you I love you
I wanna fuck you
But we only speak on the weekends
Relationships is for the weak ones
But

siezers 
I give it to you ready like Caesars
You wanted punch lines 
I give mine lines
Don't come close 
Explosive you see this
I know you pussys
Ain't got

at least that what I say until I'm Blue in the face

Sleeping through the weekend
Stolen in the backseat
Feel indifferent

(Repeating every word you said you

I just wanted to say hello, tell you that I love you, and to be positive today 
Work on your art, and just know that I'm very supportive and excited

hoes getting heated
Tryna Wild out
Now she acting all conceited
Pop that pussy for me
Now she fuckin' up my pieces
Gave em what they wanted
I got nothing

She went away one weekend and she started ignoring
My texts and my snaps didn't think nothin' of it
I figured she's busy so I didn't bug her
But then

Need a eighth everyday
Tell me why we never on the same damn page
We was arguing often, had me bumpin the weekend
I don’t even care no more if you tryna

we've Lost it
East London most wanted 
And we just  touched down 
Green bag of that pound cake and
You know we smoking high grade 
Make beats everyday

bans can make her dance, well my shit got everyone jumping
Call me The Weekend, I becoming too heartless but that is something I wanted
So sick with

lonely
So I might hit up my next bitch
I might put you on my guest list
I beat that pussy up soon as I take her home
She only wanted me because I am

thats what i'm on
Always on the road Ni**a, i'm barely home
Always right, Ni**a Im never wrong
Designers been hurting my feet
My weekends spent count cash

out of the blue I hear voices now
Niggas be out here geekin'
Me and Lika we be juggin' on weekends
Hop on the beat and I flip it reverse it
New

wanted space you got it You never went to college
Still out here giving knowledge Look at what you teach your son and all your daughters Sunday morning

up
Now we be spending our whole day up
In the place you be living in LA up
Hey now
It’s still been great tho
Ya I'm freakin
On the weekend
Take

weakpoints 
Swimming in the deep end
Peeping while the pen seeps 
I no longer no weekend
Sorry if it sounds like i'm always critiquing 
Over analyzer is no

there on that couch until daylight
I didn't want it sad and I didn't want it blue
That's when it hit me well, I thought about you
Wanted to write a song

from my buddy to my girlfriend
Wait  Wait  Wait
We all hangout on the weekend
If you say you love me
And i say i love you
Put nothing over her
Cus ill

the kind to be in school
But I can find you at the bar
You're a scholar for the week
(For the week)
But on the weekends you're a freak
(You're a freak)

fuck that where's the cheap shit
Makes me forget that I need you
Taking my steps just to see through all your
Thought that you'd ruin my weekend
Bih but