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Well !'m.. riding yeah the lights
Of the all kings
Of your laws and fights
And I'm standing here outside
And you're telling me I've gotta, I've gotta

the tread
Boy, don't be a fool 

I don't care, I'm going
It won't be the last time
At the rate I'm going 
You will bury me

Storm outside is raging
Like

the people  yeah i swear I was heaven sent 
They trapping outside well shit for the hell of it 
And i ain't give a fuck cause i use to go and sell a bit
 
Not

but we do this every time, on a friday nights that's how we party on a weekend night,
To all my people already know believing that I made it, but broke

that came to win

We could do it every night or every weekend

I been seeing you my whole life

Back in the day we was like four five

Hit a lick in

chest
Lately iknow I'm a mess 
Blowing up some digits yea 
Steaming off my mind 
I've been grinding for the weekend yea
I expose myself before you even

for my chain
I reach for that ruger
Run up the money no counterfeit
I need a house wit all kind of shyt
3 foreign cars outside of it
2 foreign broads

I need to keep my weekend free
I've got a list of things I'm needing to do
When your invitation beeped on my phone
I didn't want to read of your

need an array
And pile it up to the top so you can't see the plate
The BBQ is where it's at you can forget the raves
It's the motive every weekend cos I

Manic mondays singing you to sleep 
You could use some time to breathe 
Wake up please 
A lonely weekend isn't what you need 
You wont feel so guilty

thought, though it hurt the wallet
Couldn’t have games or internet to install it
So instead I stayed outside, biking all around
Endless friends made,

got me on speed dial
She like me cuz I’m from the wild
Gotta flinx and you know she be chiefin’
She wanna hang with me for the weekend
Gotta Bella damn

high
Cause the world outside is acting a little dry
Makes me feel like I wanna die
They don’t give a shit just keep on rapping
They don’t give a fuck let

I am past the point of running
Step outside the world is nothing
To me no more
I got nothing in me
Feels like a war
Everything it kills me

Pills

hand
Both got mocked hit in the face
Becky said one day we'll leave this place
Weekends sneak out, go downtown
Where no one cared our skin was brown

baby"
"What do you want to do?"

Lost weekend in New Orleans
Barely made it back to Buffalo
The Quarter thundered and the band was on fire
What it meant I

Feels like maybe I'm just running circles in my mind
Get an impulse you would never check my wrist to find
How much am I worth outside of these walls

songs
I put a bean in her booty like lil boosie she a groupie so I break the blues to help her get lost
My side bitch been doin coke all weekend
She

26 Hours late to the weekend, scrub the mold off of my bad posture
Im swelling into a stranger, a person i never knew, unrelated and real late as it

Weird times my brothers
Im eatin cactuses 
Smokin grapes 
Rhyme in foreign languages 
Moving here and there few carriages 
I stay inside, outside might be

to get a little skeeted
Wylin' tryna grab my shit while I'm speeding
Baby I ain't tryna die on the weekend
I don't know
Where this is gonna go
But all my

shit
And if you only want fakeness
Just step outside, there's a bunch of people waiting
They can go ahead and take my place, but you know there's only

August doesn't speak
Cause she's forgotten how to love me
I just want an excuse to wear my denim jacket when it's warm outside
But I never do
No, I've

Oh my mykal riley drake weekend type

Long hair and light skin, you then caught the attention of a real man, as i look into your eyes, see that face,