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weekends away trying to find a muse
But these girls are all the same and I am not amused
(And then it starts)
Okay okay, it's Monday
Just another day to lie

on the weekend
Checkin to see that i wasn't cheatin
But I got a few side pieces that wanna meet up
Pull on the block i told her get in
1 turned to 2 and im makin

see the time froze

Got 2 bitches with me and they freakin
Pull the Rari out and use it for the weekend
Sing to your bitch it got me feelin like

a boyfriend on the weekends
I won't find what I'm looking for in you
You tell me that it's true
What you say is what you do
When I was drunk I wanted you to be

I had a new Corolla
A three-day weekend just to drive
A part-time at the Walgreen's
And Dad's old strat from '85
We went to shows at Dwight Street

Wakin' up
Thought I'd let you sleep in
Comin' down
We had ourselves a weekend
Giving in cause I'm floatin' on a feeling now

Listen
Three days in
I

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

right, I'm tired of feeling this way"
But you can't seem to understand the way you do things ain't okay

Used to be the one that you wanted
The one

writing things
Living In the dark so spend every weekend just lighting things
Heart still heavy, but heard the truth would enlighten things
Girl I’m sorry

the weekend 
It was your happiness that I was seeking 
But somehow i ended up right on the deep end
No one can save me not even a medic
Sometimes I'm thinking

We used to be so close feel like we so far like the weekend  
I can't get you off my mind it's like some days I be tweaking 
Ya love is what I wanted

funny showing off for all your new friends
You made some money then you blew it in a weekend
You're independent but can it be us again
I never wanted it

the truth 
I still play imvu, I seen this coming I knew
Nobody listened when I told them what I wanted to do

I look around, I'm confused They capping like

Nineteen and she still had a curfew
Met her on the weekend spending all my blues
I hate taking you back I don't want you
I hate taking you back I don't want

the Summer of Dan

I worked just on weekends since I had a job in the Fall
With money in my pockets I would just have a ball
With no cares in the world

the night, it may sound trite but
Punk Rock saved my life!
At 35 when my father said he never wanted me,
I remembered that I didn't know him as well as his TV

the route of the problem 
For this shit i might need a comb,
Praying my downfall, you not a deacon
Like i'm the pope and start shit on the weekend
Boulevard

wanted to be close but you pushed me so far
Pain and confusion as it ripped me apart
You have every right to cut me off
Sorry for the way I may be coming

Hello, good morning.  How was your weekend?  It was fine thank you.  How was yours?  It's just a formality.  As if one cares about you.  They walk

A disagreement is a simple disagreement 
No wrestling with egos 
So, nobody is grieving 
The lady you adore is more than just a fun weekend 
Sure, her standards

Weekend upon me
And I don't wanna know
I hear my calling
But I am still alone

I ramble the alleys
As I approach the gates
Where my home is

Mary's in the hallway
Looking for life
And Donald's in his arm
Because he always wanted to fly
They'll both go to hell
But they never will die
Your

losing and cheating, want my Dickies the creasest
Chuck T's for the weekend, Hennessy for the freaking
Percocet for the sleeping, Smith and Wesson for

to a party 
They played your song all night
And at that party I
Felt my heart fill white
Next weekend, Next party
They played it all again
I hate these parties