Lyrics:
the weather
For this weekend
No matter what
It's gonna be alright
Get some cheap shades
Gps and a flight
You gotta make a trip
This is what you need
Make some
sailed on together
We drifted apart
And here you are, by my side
So now I come to you with open arms
Nothing to hide, believe what I say
So here I
Mm, mm, mm
Flowers in hand, waiting for me
Every word in poetry
Won't call me by name, only "baby"
The more that you give, the less that I need
your lap
Like is you comin' home?
Is you out with her?
I don't care long as you here by
Ten thirty, no later than
Drop them drawers, give me what I
up
And still not hear a word from above
You can't take or give what you got
Dissolve the fear, you are what you're not
No, you can be loved by
haven't done.
And by the way, if you see your mom this weekend,
Be sure and tell her, SATAN, SATAN, SATAN!!!"
How can I get close to you
Help me to
Why can't you see
I would give the world away
To have you by my side
I'm so in need
Each and every
gonna need a ventilator
When you're trapped and circled with no second chances
Code of living is your gun in hand
Can't be browed by beating, can't
We caught 'em sleepin', he didn't peep you niggas creepin'?
This how we do it every weekend
I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit
CPO,
I lived in a town way down south
By the name of Buffalo
Worked in the mill with the rest of the trash
As we're often called you know
You factory
Mufasa (hmm?)
You know we finally here, right?
(Where are we?)
It's Friday then
Then Saturday, Sunday, what?
(Learn, their lives again, learn)
one
One by one
He gives a new kinda meaning to what I am
I know that I could never love any other man
One of these days you'll understand
night nothing but a stray dog running wild like nobody's child.
And little by little, light after light, that's how it died.
They say you never go
Was there to see all of the real raw shit, but you ain't stay
Well, I got, kept it all to myself, you know what I mean?
It's understandable
You
up, what up) Buy another coffin
I said if I ain't fucking with you, you can suck a short for Richard
Until you hiccup, hiccup, need I say more?
you, nobody but you
Nobody else, could love me, like you do
Nobody but you, could see me through
Your love is true and I donâ??t need nobody but you
(it hits different)
It hits different 'cause it's you
Oh, my, love is a lie
It's what my friends say to get me by
'Cause it's you
Catastrophic
working for the weekend
Everybody wants a little romance
Hey, hey
Everybody's goin' off the deep end
Everybody needs a second chance, oh
You want
left you lonely
You stood by your reasons
While I stood in silence, yeah, yeah
I took for granted
what y
words and music by Joe Jackson)
Take what you want
But just what you need
For survival
Take what you want
But just what you need
For survival
What the fuck is this world
Running to, you didn't
Leave a message, at least I
Could have learned your voice one last time
Daily minefield, this
Still fucked up (yeah)
Still fucked up (uh-huh)
Don't know what to do (yeah)
Silhouettes for the weekend
And you might just be my type
And I know
sailed on together
We've drifted apart
And here you are by my side
So now I come to you with open arms
Nothing to hide, believe what I say
So here I
I'm gonna use what I got to get what I need
I'm gonna use what I use all I got
To get what I need, yeah
Look, I was born in a little old shack
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