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from me

Chorus
I know you better than she did
She don't need you like we did
I know we don't last the weekend
But by then I'm nothing you're

And I live everyday like it’s the weekend
I live everyday like it’s the weekend
I got money on my mind; I got gold on my wrist
I was getting high; It

on the weekends we get wasted 

Look I stay making plays I'm still in the field I'm starting to feel like a running back
I stay outta of the way and I got to some

tearing up this town
I might try to lie and say it ain't gonna happen
But I betcha by this weekend
Oh hell yeah, I'm gonna drink again

You can only drink

man, I'm good
And I ain't even tryna tell you that I'm perfect
But I'll be fine, I'll be better by the weekend
'Said all I need' mo' liife, mo' liife,

Lately I've been thinking
Maybe we'll be alright
Laid here all weekend
With you right by my side
Stay up all evening
Catching every sun rise
Can't

all his ends and tell all my friends
We gon be lit by the weekend...yeah that's right
I got the nigga for all he got 
He used to be that nigga now my

I'm in it it's tinted, so you can't peep in
How you trap all week, then go broke by the weekend
Had the pack boomin' through the bity like speakers

and pretend 
That it's right for me 
In your company again 

I'm at a loose end
Sombre by the weekend 

Should have made my own way home 
And spent the morning

Couple hours for dark
Chickens peckin in the yard 
Got my baby right by my side
It’s just a beautiful weekend on a beautiful backwoods kind of night 

We

whip it aint none of my grams missing
(yea)

Racks in we was racing for that backend
100 pounds by the weekend got me flexing
I took a smarter route, I

turning into work days
Losing friends stopped hearing happy birthday
It's my time I got to shine
Moved in moving out by the weekend
Different time zone all

Figured out what hungover meant
Swore we'd never drink again
And yeah man
I'll see you next weekend
Can we go back to the
Saturday nights
Beer pong

your town just here to kick it for the weekend
Naw you aint my bitch just the one that I be freakin'
Fuck yo job baby say you sick so we can sleep in

I remember me and my friends playing at dad's house on the weekend
'Til he found the video camera where my friend had recorded
An MTV cribs satire

a while
Have another drink and I will swing by
And embolden your heart back closer to mine
To mine, to mine
Tomorrow we can start the rest of our lives
Long

Creeping
With your nigga sneaky linking
Quit blowing up his phone
Bitch he mine for the weekend
By the way bitch he eating
Put his nose in the pussy

One glance, I can leave your homie sad
Not talking about the killing, I ain't really into that
Im talking about the weekend when I pulled up with

tightly
What did I do, what did I do, what did I do

I just keep on thinking by myself when I'm getting drunk on the weekend
I get lonely cuz your not

purpose
Wonder whether it worth it
Too many days felt a lot of pain
My mind been broke by the hurting
I don't know how I'm dealing
I had  meltdown last

“Never-Ending Summer” 
Performed by Wes Reeve
Written by Kelly Danaher, Miles Cole

[Verse]
I, oh I
Sat inside my cage
In this golden age
I had

Got my silky sheet with the duvet
All my people winning by the Tuesday
Lemme know the date for the movie
I'm levelling up this weekend
Got my silky

Think I gotta see you three more times
I'll be driving by with my rings to the sky
Think we need to spark it up like it's a 4th of july
Let me get

Mr. Hard done by, got a chip on his shoulder
The dragon’s long-dead
But you’re still swinging your sword at nothing at all
Best pray to St George

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