Lyrics:
Well there's a little juke joint on the outside of town
Where the cats pick 'em up and lay 'em down
You get your gal, I'll get mine
And we'll get
out of bed
Then I walk outside outside
The sun was rising
From over the Mountain
Yes I am alive
I see a child
Down by the river
Imagines what life
nigga?
These sirens start singing.
It's me and Yuk with the L-G in the makin'.
It's stinkin', freakin',
Bowlin' on the weekend.
Creepin, seekin'
Me,
name
Old player trying to leave the game
And get home by the weekend baby
Get home by the weekend babe
Buddy I hate to be the one to say
But your girl's been playing games in a fancy way
Last weekend's dinner she said was her treat
But the bill got
And you workin' late night, moved into the city
Bottle service every weekend, gettin' litty
and, you're gettin' in anywhere, cause you pretty
car no money when Everybody got one
When someone is getting Power
Is powered by us dumbasses
Listening to husbands
Prisoners in hospital
Hospitable
I just want to take a shower
But my hair smells like you
I only ever clean my room
When you said that you'd come by
But that's just fine
I saved
the man in pieces here on sinkin' ground
There were fourteen nights when she didn't come by
Fourteen days when she left the man
Wondering why he even
hear the ringing it's the bottles calling
Some guys are outside being loud and rumbling
Week after week this is where I'm ending up
Third weekend in
that ain't here no no
Yea that's just how I'm feeling
So let's just turn up this evening
Lose the worries through the weekend
But I don't want a break
You gotta go
Got my girl at home
She waiting by the door
Know you bad & all
But that's when i'm off blow
I barely fuck with you when i ain't on drugs
robbed 4 ya coat - cant
U see the stormy weather
Plus it's cold outside - my
Whole crew got berattas
Cause we stand by the heat -
Want the fire come get us
1, 2, 3, 4
I sleep better with crickets singin'
Windows open and doors ain't even locked
Southern by the grace of God
Old men sittin' in cold
give him hell?
He's screaming
Fuck you, I'll make you bleed
Watching people
I've freed
While I'm in this cage all by myself
And I'm a clumsy
should look like me
I'm waved
I spit my heart out on weekends
If don't wanna talk
Then just keep on grinding me
I might just chill for about two or three
the laughter and the silence of this busy town,
Weekends pass like dreams in the air,
But there’s a bittersweetness lingering there.
Tokyo parks, where the sun
to
Find somethin' hot drink in my hand hundreds in my pocket
I don't care if he ya man understand I'm yo profit
Its 3:39 we should leave by 3
We can
to remember
Glad to see you
I'm outside the house
I'm not thinking well today
I've got no energy
I'm glad that you are waiting with me
Tell me all about
In the middle
And my weak
On the outside
Was waiting to be
Hit by a car
But I didn't have
The nerve
To finish the job
Was waiting to be
Hit by a car
benefits
(We friends)
Want it when I say
Never on weekdays (The weekend)
Yeah you knew that it was nothing
Now you bent way outta shape
There was never you n
on to better things
Hurts to know that I might, not ever buy her wedding ring
She’ll be over me by the weekend, I’m sure
Nothing some tequila can’t cure, I’m
or insanity
Too late for cornering Too rushed to rejoin
Step outside stay out of my mind
Weekend is gone and I am so tired
We'll be fine, you are just too shy
I took a long look into your mind
And the x rated movies were in my soul
But when I look at you baby from the outside
I see a shining sexy lady with
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