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You came in here with yo friends
But you ain't leaving with em
You by the bar me chillin
And it's lit
Lining up shots
And knocking em down
1 by 1

other life behind
Refusing to be defined by someone else's dream
Right time, right place, right girl, waiting for the weekend
Replace that face, pull back

the day you get a boyfriend
And every day and every weekend
I'll think about you now and again

The days keep passing us by
What a horrible sight
Makes me

life my way
Feeling free on the weekend, with a couple friends
Summer season
Sometimes life is this hard every single day, that’s why I’m living life my

open my eyes
Give me a lot cause I know that I need it
Would probably hit your block up then I bleed it
Then I bleed it and take a break for the weekend

slide by

Good vibes worldwide
Country boy's on the rise
Country girls nice size
Lookin in them bedroom eyes

Weekends here, let's have a good time

of life was paused
And talk till the sun comes up
We got a weekend so why stop?

For more than a year I felt alone
Months go by never saw a soul
I'm in good

This is weekend I finally begin to get stuff done
I've made a list and I know I'll persist till I've crossed it off
I set my alarm to go off at 8am

Hi there
Let me slide in
To your DMs
Maybe we can meet up on the weekend
Just so you can say that we can be friends.
I'll go along and we can really

Always passed me by
And never looked me in the eye
I wondered why

Till I met her out late one day
She came up to me and said
Trevor you look so good
I

Atmosfera jak na stypie i co z tego że jest weekend
No bo dzień jak co dzień ziomek wciąż to samo robię
Poniedziałek czy piątek i tak pewnie się porobię
Same

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Reporting live from Swizzy
Learned the lango by myself, got busy
Smoking Malboro roll up that Philly
Welcome to the plat tape Jiggy
Yeah,

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

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

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

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

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

it hurts you
To go and break a heart, yeah, do it like you do

Maybe you should tell her you ain't ready for your cool date
This ain't the weekend

(My bitch be with my homie for the weekend)
(After that it's gonna be a murder season)
My bitch be with my homie for the weekend
After this it's

I got too faded on the weekend
My car was picked up by my best friend
I got too high on the way home
Pull over and just go smoke a bowl

Maybe I'm

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

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

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

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