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And I was on South Beach Chiefing....

Yeah

Miami Nights

Yeah

This was Super Bowl Weekend....

Yeah

Yeah

And i was

This is your alarm clock speakin’
Looks like you had a real long weekend
You better call in while you still can
Before you drag your tail to work

Well, I sit and wait as I call the news
That I might paint my face a kind of blue
And I bet myself that I needn't choose
If I come by every weekend

better yet a weekend
So I can hang with my dawgs and we can all pitch in
And buy us some liquor, long nights with no filter
Aint worried bout tomorrow,

to see her on weekends
I stood by on the sidelines
Pretending to be friends
Oh, why'd I believe
That you just weren't ready
Done before we even start
Don't

Got a body like a killer whale
It started something sweeter
Because at school they're gonna
Call me names and be done with it
Gonna sit in by myself

"iron" the uniform
Under the bed that's where
Everybody ironed their clothes

You get two uniforms
So you keep one under the bed
For your visit, so by

relaxed, by your loving tenderness
See I'm a mess, but with you I feel I am finessed
I remember when we met, truth is all I knew was dirt
But you never broke

I been thinking
When we drinking
Every weekend
When we linking
I been thinking
When we drinking
We ain't speaking
When we freaking

When you on that

that boy loony
Boy my son he so goofy

Just got some tree I'm set for the weekend
Shawty so bad had to visit the evening
Couple hits off the J got

Woah
Woah Woah
Woah Woah
Baby you the 9-5
Baby you the 9-5 because I be the weekend
Baby you the 9-5 because I be the weekend
You ripped my heart

She said she loves me
But only on the weekend
She said she cares
But She don't care
I've heard these words a thousand times
These memories they cross

You just a side piece
I'm only fucking with you every other weekend
That's cause you a side piece
And that's cool if that's what you call me
But just

I'm right here
Catch me on a flight, overnight, every fuckin' weekend
I'm right here
I've been showin' out, different Nikes for every season
Don't

Excuse my French but s'il vous plaît
I need to know that come what may
You'll be by side day after day
Excuse my French but please
Excuse my French

number for the souls under the heavens

Because I disrespected reverend confessions of my presence
Life lessons with a message, protracted by the most high

strapped
It's about 5:30, rollin with a biscuit
Pump Mossburg, by my side
Buckshots roll across the floorboard
Of my suped up, four wheel drive
Yeah, later

breathless of the weirdos
The sun don't shine
And my uncle once tried to take me by the sea side
But my father said no because his car windows were posted with

playing 
On my melodies
And I'll be on my phone 
Selling methodist
Ayeh this nigga trynna
Get me pay for interview

I get paid by the weekend
Never go stave

drinking
This gold on on my pinky
My past steady stinking
She just keep creaming
She is a demon
I fucked on the weekend
No Rae Sremmurd gotta look alive
Know

Always home alone and don't you make it up
Rockstyling by the weekend uh
In the streets tell me baby are we wylin?
For my life just keep fighting
You

so meaty
And I'm not vegan
Imma eat it
(Wha)
Imma fck on this bih on the weekend
(Shi)
I bet I have this bih gone by the weekend
(Wha)
I bet I have

Flew away in a rocket ship
Painted red, yellow, and green
Dug tunnels in our backyard
Tonka trucks were our thing

Wiffle ball every day
Swimming by

teach it
All that shit don't matter, it be over by the weekend
We got Hennessy, D'Usse and 42, so what you drinkin'

Took a shot of all 3, I know exactly