Lyrics:
to swim my way
Back from the deep end
I'm a Carolina legend
I don't check in on the weekends
When I be ducked off in the
Presidential loft at the Four
This is real, this is your life in a song
Yeah this is country music
Are you haunted by the echo of your mother, on the phone
Cryin' as she tells
for me
I live for the weekend
I'm living it up
It's sundown
Throwing drinks down our necks
And we don't wanna wait
To the comedown
The music takes over
mention G.O.O.D. Music, yeah, forever we hot
Motherfucker, are you ready or not?
Are you ready to go?
I know the city getting ready for me
I know the city
getting started
I'm really feelin' self today
So I'm finna get blazed
And hazy for the weekend
I told y'all I'd eat up this beat by Mr. Starbeast
(Damn
(Get a new genie)
(Mhmmhh)
Came in the game with a mission
Stack all my cash to the ceiling (Ceiling)
Count up 10k by the weekend, I love this feeling
And before this weekend done
I'm gonna party and have some fun
After work party here I come
Here I come, Here I come
Pass me a Ting and a bottle of rum
Music
And before this weekend done
I'm gonna party and have some fun
After work party here I come
Here I come, Here I come
Pass me a Ting and a bottle of rum
Music
The weekend's almost done, the moon is low in the sky
I feel like going out before the night passes by
I won't just sit around when life becomes
The weekend's almost done, the moon is low in the sky
I feel like going out before the night passes by
I won't just sit around when life becomes
break you off
Hear your voice echo thru my loft
Oooh Your skin so soft
It’s so Devine
Touching your body gots me lost in time
Intoxicated by the taste
left the barber shop
Fresh fade, geared up, just got my car washed
Music up, windows down, rims on, bling-bling
It's a weekend thing
It's party
like my heads right by the rim swish
All of this year
Been built out of pain
Now let me see where do I begin
Visions were clear
When I painted
person they really be soft
Smoking exotic shit
Straight out of Cali
That shit get you high
And stuck up like a loft
If you on my team
And you down
Or you
I can't wait
For the weekend to begin (I)
I'm working, all week long (I)
I dream the days away
I wanna, sing my song (I)
So let the music play
I'm very happy I can settle down,
and do some wedding planning on the weekends now
But there's a part of me that's not quite sold
There's a voice in
Music bumpin club jumpin and the lights bright
This the weekend baby fuck a weeknight
If I'm living wrong then I don't wanna be right
Sipping Henny
I can't wait
For the weekend to begin (I)
I'm working, all week long (I)
I dream the days away
I wanna, sing my song (I)
So let the music play
better than me, back off
You looking for something to squeeze on, jack off
You can kiss my ass to pass time you bastards
Cause the weekends fly by too fast
and all the sorrows into the music, i just work
Fuck it, new crib i gotta loft in NY, bitch i live with the birds
Lil' bitch tryna break my heart, but she
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
Who got the answers
Since 2015, been tryna get clean
Just tryna put, music to dances
My centerfold sheen, too polished too clean
Blast off to another
a undercover, I can tell by the stache
Just heard your music, it belong in the trash
I don't know your name, but you callin' me Daddy
Yeah I don't know your name,
The weekend's almost done
The moon is low in the sky
I feel like going out
Before the night passes by
I won't just sit around
When life becomes
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