Lyrics:
So how that go down? (Man, listen, man)
We was at some outside jam one Saturday night
Where this pretty ass girl got locked in my sight
(She was
acting all bougie, might hit and don't speak
The grind never stop the business I keep handling
Fuckin' off the weekend and slid out to Grambling
Recording
A broken window to an outside world
A wicked spiral and a street that curl
The weekend jolly they are passing by
Someone is waiting to start a fight
the fade
There goes the song and the sound of my name
In a motion blur drawing outside the lines
Who am I but a face under weekend lights
I'm singing
Bad
cameras, dealers, shufflin' cards
Spent the weekend, already miss New York and it's odd
'Cause I'm the first to say it got too many hustlers who rob
I
when i was younger, i was pretty dumb
so full of envy, an only son
my parents taught me that love isn't fun
they only spoke when it needed done
through our wits to reach
A weekend we might like
For suited sensibilities
For living like a pretty piece
Of clay from the nativity
That blew our tiny minds
me, it's a vibe
Catchin feels, catchin flights
Reporting live from Paradise
I'm big chillin'
Surrounded by big bottles, palm trees and beautiful women
12 12 Sound
12 12 Sound
12 12 Sound
I should be the only one your needing
Come to my yard on the weekend
And i should be the only one your needing
of the world
Girls want to be part of my world
From the Asian to the Malaysian
I even had the Bajan to the Caucasian (girls)
I spend most the weekend
Far from the crowded city
Where flowers pretty caress the stream
Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in,
Don't let it apart in my dream
Picture
that I could lose you
Black magic
Black magic
I done seen them walk in and out my life
Taken by another man better than me
You know those super pretty
this shit
City of the year, city of the year
That's where I'm from
City of the year, city of the year
They don't want none
City of the year, city
to drop by
[pre chorus]
I've been calling all day girl
Can we get along this weekend [from dutse to begga junction]
Can we turn up the frequency
Baby girl
the F know
But death row
I'm coming by the inches
And them niggaz outside on the benches
Don't think that we in the trenches
Cause we got a 600
And we
peeped it
Bet you they still outside by the
Valet where my keys at
But we in here, whole team clear, know me
Bitches fallin from the ceiling
Like Cirque du
From the violence that battered the world outside
As I stayed in my little box
I miss the simple times
When the world wasn't so big to me
And I didn't
passin'
Mini skirts high, hoping we can catch an eye
To get a duplicate number from the last week
You rap outside but inside the club you can't speak
out on the ledge she starts
To walk along the ledge it is narrow and
Perilous marian arrives outside
The library window
From here she can hear what
By the way that you picked up the phone
I could tell that you weren't gonna die
February is about as long as it is wide
I guess I've been pretty
the city in the springtime
Even though it's pretty in the sunshine
I get kind of caught up in my own mind
And God it looked much better from the outside
knew,
you didn't care. What did you expect from me?
But all of that was left on that way.
You didn't care by the way.
All of that was left.
You never
night
She's working overtime, my heart's working overtime
So hey girl, hey girl, why you hesitate, girl?
'Cause I gotta see pretty and it's right by me
think I hate you
From the first moment I knew we were true
Things in life are not by my side
The distance is not cause of you
As I grow older, got two
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