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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

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

beach chiefing
 
Lee Records....
 
And I was on South Beach Chiefing....

Yeah

Miami Nights

Yeah

This was Super Bowl Weekend....

Yeah

Yeah

And i was

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

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

number for the souls under the heavens

Because I disrespected reverend confessions of my presence
Life lessons with a message, protracted by the most high

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

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

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

so meaty
And I'm not vegan
Imma eat it
(Wha)
Imma fck on this bih on the weekend
(Shi)
I bet I have this bih gone by the weekend
(Wha)
I bet I have

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

know know
Oya Jo, Joromi Jo Jo Jo
Oya go, go let me go go

I won't still be fucking with you by the weekend
Bre bre, weekend, break

It's early in the morning, I rush out the door
By 10 AM I'm sittin' in meeting number four
Lunchtime comes and goes so quick,
Another meeting with my

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

Flew away in a rocket ship
Painted red, yellow, and green
Dug tunnels in our backyard
Tonka trucks were our thing

Wiffle ball every day
Swimming by

four by the weekend Fuck three, four by the weekend
Lil' bitch be tweakin' off the molly she geekin Skin be glowin' like a beacon
Lil' bitch be freakin'

My brain
Clouded
Faded from the weekend
Jaded, doubt it
If I didn't live it
No, I wouldn't believe
That final girl would fall for me
Finally

Feel

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

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

(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

teach it
All that shit don't matter, it be over by the weekend
We got Hennessy, D'Usse and 42, so what you drinkin'

Took a shot of all 3, I know exactly

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