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dreaming about the weekend
And how I want to run my hands through your hair
Oh Jesus, Julie's going to bitch her husband out again
She's so hard done-by but

grabbing at ya ankles
Push away from all ya people
Isolated how you keep it
I so woke by the weekend
But with seasons
Realization of self treason
Face off

breath
Days where my reasons for Joy were awkwardly placed
And my fears were unreasonably strong
Still they stood by me
Even when I thought that they'd

Play shit like the Spurs niggas in the streets some fucking birds
I heard your lil hoe was a fucking thot we in here taking turns
A nigga play with one

clapped
Serving all night naw we dont take no naps
Stay dope boy fresh extra sauce on the weekend
My trunk full of birds that dont fly penguins
Brought some

excite me
But I'm not here for your flame
I've been burned by playing that game

If I fall in love again just let me fall gently
When I'm lying in your

Staring out the window
Above all of the clouds
Even the birds too
Asking, what can I do?

Close my eyes
Praying I never loose sight
Praying for strength
In

No Randall 
Call it trespassing we go where You can't go 
Slid in her DMs 
Hit It by the pm 
Yeah that's your bm I only hit Her on the weekends 
Slide

Nah, who am I kidding, couldn't keep up doing this thing all the time
But when weekend time hits, definitely calling the tribe
Poppin' some bottles,

Sfx machine gun fire

My whole squad militant
You C.R.A.C.K.E.R.S. call us niggers
But ya'll the ones that's ignorant
I get bent
From weekend to weekend

beeping, lay you down for reaching
Trapping never ceasing, week until the weekend
Bitches know I'm eating, im a young demon
Fuck her til she leaking, off

help it, my light is bussin'
I'm kinda lucky, should've been dead by now
By sword or by falling 'pon it
See it all like punnet, multiple ways it could go

tongue
I hope it’s the weekend
Three little birds humming Estrelar
Not a worry in the world, going nowhere fast
It a go by If ya got a phone out yeah
Live

nuts you know yeah man

I deal with early mornings, probations
Same locations different PO change rotations
First to be seen
Clothes stinking of weed by

Work Everyday

Brother Ali

Mourning In America And Dreaming In Color [Deluxe Version]

2012

to eat to earn my keep
To ensure somewhere to sleep and spend the weekend buying shit

Don’t need economists to know I need pot to piss
Follow politics

here we are you and I
Windy city girl, Do or Die
She with the birds match the fly
Good with her words eating up the lie
Keep her by my side is like

go faster
Foreign out of state plates
They mismatch it
If he ain't gang real life
I'm taxing
Money counter beeping
I don't sleep on weekends
Meet

a demon
Scuba I'm flowing guess I'm in the deep end
Nut In her ass got her leakin out semen
She kicked out by Sunday this hoe juh for weekends

Meet it

I'm climbing my way to the top
Yea I'm flying right by all these niggas
X-ing me out of the picture
Thinking it's fitted
But they would kill for

In The Weekend
Smile On Her Face But I Know She Misleading
 
I Put My Money Where My Mouth Is 
Them Man Talking Bare Shit Man I See Your Mouths Where

Holy  Sweet Jesus
 U buggin
Cross town
Niggas get slow cooked in the oven
Niggas shook
They all get booked by the dozens...
I dont give a fuck who ya

on that good baggie by the doormat sun beaming in the hood birds
Chirping lately they replace the gun Claps
We figured the formula out by ourselves but not

system
You might get the bird tonight
That's fuck you good
And fly you off into the early night
Beamed up by My spaced out pearly whites
I'm Back seat in

a couple of drinks and shared us a couple of moments
But I just finished the bottle so I forgot by the morning
And they just buried my homie my nigga barely