Lyrics:
the humbles I was shootin ( ? )
And now my time has come
And now hip-hop's an industry polluted by bums
Posin with guns, they're puffin mad blunts
Aiyo,
of the weekend
A seaside bus will see us disembark
At sunset by the amusement park
I'm none too nonchalant but I'll pretend
Come on! Come over
Come on! Come
identity I found.
Said I was born elite, with maids and servants at my feet.
I must have been insane,
I lied and said my mom died on a weekend trip
doing
She's moved into a new house
And times just flying by
She says I should come up again
Maybe for the weekend
She says they're throwing a party
of you body tonight.
Well I begin the weekend with a groove roll about eight deep now
What's my next move
Wait until night fall so I could enjoy
thin
The maniac loose and she's wearing my skin
Here's to another crap weekend
You lie to yourself and you shit on all your friends
With no surprise
we're gonna take a meeting
With the radio promo
And the marketing homos
To see if we can get a green light
So we waited by the phone
And they finally
Most girls, I can't wait for them to leave
And they're giving me the creeps by morning
Most girls, make noises in their sleep,
And I hate
A family man in the midst of
A total breakdown
Seeks refuge inebriated state
As he thinks to himself how did
Life pass me by - somewhere down
Yo it's Friday the Palladium (whattup) what a great show
Kids chillin like nerds couldn't get in so they sittin on curbs
Cars rollin by deep, you
would know by now
I'm the greatest thing that you could have
Stop saying it's my bad
Forgetting everything we had
I know, you know, you're better
You can't drive through Talladega on a weekend in October
Just head up north to Jacksonville
Cut around and over
Watch your speed in Boiling Springs
Oi! I'm a charming fella, I like drinking cans of Stella
See I'm living for the weekend, bad kebabs and Salmonella
Cinderella story, rags to riches,
z tym
Mamy czas żeby się ogarnąć by za kilka lat mówić „było warto"
Bo wolę przez weekend bawić się dobrze niż przez całe życie być kurwa pantoflem
się po parku znajdź mnie piję Tatrę
Jak by siedział ze mną Krzysiek Karwel
Bitykradne i Madę mam w słuchawce
I nucę „może wpadniesz dziewczyno może
just meet up at Adam’s house and ride around
We were so young, so lost, tryna get by
Couldn’t tell us nothing we had too much pride
Spending our weekends
know, (nobody know)
I was sneaking, tryin to find excuses just to cover
our creeping I told my family I'm with my girls for the weekend,
so you wouldn't
still believe in ever after with you, yeah
'cause life is a pleasure with you by my side,
And there ain't no current in this river we can't ride
I
Sleeping in and we're nowhere near the weekend
Waking up inside a basement with my best friends
We chased our dreams from 9-5
But when the sun goes down is
on the weekends I would see my mom
Still living with my pops in my hood but not for too long
When I was nine they divorced and I was moving on
To the suburbs with
her car with the personalised plates,
That lady in lace, collecting her mail,
while her husband waits by the door, watching his girl, watching me next
be home by now
My weekend just slipped down the drain
I got all dressed up for nothing
No words
No sounds
No more A.M dread
No more dead dogs,
at that third job driving
Well-meaning moms to protests for minimum wage.
Still depressed.
Still living for the weekend.
Still terrified to die at your age.
rozdał karty jak ślepy krupier
Nie ma słów wiesz by opisać jak się czuł
Gdy rodzice zaciskali pas przed grudniem
Aby dać mu choć mały prezent później
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