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on the weekend
Now I'm making bitches hit the high notes
They say I'm going off the deep end
I'm in the i8 feelin' aight, though
Do I got some bitches that I fuck?

expression
Sidebar did I mention
I lost my intentions this weekend
They're wasted and I'ma fade out
Kinda complacent the way I
Indite my breakdown
Don't

bag when I was only 16
You times that by ten, you get half a sixteen
I've grown now
My new deal, I'm tryna hold out
Tell iTunes I need the whole cloud
I

fucked up to talk to my mom
Too fucked up to talk to my mom
It's the fuckin weekend so I
I wanna get by
So I'm gonna get high
I wanna get
Way too
Drunk

All my songs been sung by
This old wood box with strings
She plays them sweet she plays them low
She sings all my favorite things
Well I like to get

Bad as a van by the Mississippi with the ghost of Chris Farley come at night to visit
That's the life of many in the city get the poor passed down with

like my breakfast
Courted by some french tips
Curly headed mistress
She gon’ cook and do the dishes
She got the laundry
Long weave
Her outfit pulled

a never-ending stairway
Thursday, Friday, everyday a hell day
Weekend, pretend, like I'm twenty
Relive golden age of plenty
Weeks fly by, I'm bleeding time
No way

on the weekend
And never worried all about the bigger plan

But we're much older now
And if you look around

We're not in Kansas anymore
A different place,

to hang with the guys
I rise from the dead another year's gone by
New girls cause the old girl's gone bye bye
I didn't get a text from my ex all night
What

pops off
Then we'll be side-by-side, obvy
I wish you all the best
But that's never life's story
Cos if Whitney was the moral
How would you define Bobby?

but you
These lame bitches can't compare to you
It's the weekend, I been drinkin' XO
Brandy liquor shawty's sippin' it slow
Now we in the zone, and she

where the pretty girls live
I want the fame
cnd I been wanting this my whole life
Short weekend, fast days, and short nights
Word around
town
it's goin'

fast
Feel you racing through my mind
You're needing my love
It's addicting
Now one else
You should be picking
Waiting to turn up all weekend
You're my

These carbon copies?
BITCH PLEASE
Half of these rappers don't meet the critique
Bunch of industry plants getting plays by machines
So I account for

never seen
When I'm done getting down you'll wanna be my queen
So pack your weekend bags and pull up by the front door
Oh
Been biding my time
And spending

where the pretty girls live
I want the fame
cnd I been wanting this my whole life
Short weekend, fast days, and short nights
Word around
town
it's goin'

the crazy schemes
For living way above my means,
Soon you'll see I've got it made, by balling on a budget K 
Ready set here we go.

I'll pick you up in

I still have the key
To your boyfriend's SUV
I keep it by my bed
Like a picture of you and me
You caught me in my bathrobe
You caught me on my

I still have the key
To your boyfriend's SUV
I keep it by my bed
Like a picture of you and me
You caught me in my bathrobe
You caught me on my

Verse 1 (J-kwon)
There’s way too much talking bout what I ain’t got 
If we beef and a week go by I’m like why he ain’t shot 
What you know about

the past tense
Same hours as clubs
She only comin' by if it's past ten
And she got many fuckin' guy friends
And I got many fuckin' girlfriends
But I've been

You can keep lying to all of your friends
You can keep calling only on weekends
Keeping me hanging on here by a thread
I swear it’s all good

Tell

living to play pretend
All of her lady friends
Dress up on the weekend
Depending on what you spend 
She just might let you win
Used to play hide and get