Lyrics:
outside
Yeah but every Friday weekend
when the big tom cat's away
you'll find the plantation shakin'
by the butler and the upstairs maid
Don't need no
share flows, when it enter your earhole
Shit, it's a thing of pure beauty
Everything that's spittin' is written by yours truly
Nigga, when Sean write
and rolling one
I come and break you down for fun
You love it when I get up in it
Kiss your body when I'm finished
My drop crotch is by Knomadik
My drop top is
You know we've been struggling for such a long time
Working here and there just to get by
It's finally time for me to get mine
No more
weekend,
And when it's over, it's your call.
Your rain, your sky, your sunshine in my eyes,
Your end, your beginning,
It's your world, I'm just living in it.
Makes that eight by ten a brighter hill
Before he started doing all the hard time that he's doing
He was singing in them honky-tonks and dives
He dreamed
peakin'
Wake up with me this weekend, we can, oh
Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is?
Guess whose it is? It's yours
Own it, own it, own it, own it
You know we've been struggling for such a long time
Working here and there just to get by
It's finally time for me to get mine
No more
Just what I had in mind
Thinking about the weekend
Standing by the Yeti with the party lights plugged in
Got a jug of feel good, going around
Far from the cry of the city
Where flowers pretty, caress the streams
Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in
Don't let it abide in my dreams
scratches you, 'specially if you black dude
They don't give a shit unless the accused just happen to rap
And they can look good by painting him as bad news
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working long as my two hands are fit
Sometimes you gotta talk for the ones who
Who ain't here so I'ma talk for 'em
I never wanted to kill myself
Just end a part of me
And never got
could talk, distanced by all that was between us
A lord of the backstage, a creature of language
I'm so far out and I'm too far in
I just wanted you
took the seasons going by
To know its not my fault
I tried to be perfect, tried to be honest
Tried to be everything that you ever wanted
I tried
worry, my nigga, get part of the clip
So I got it right back (right back)
By the way, way that it's going down, it's been going up
I can't hold nothing
And she never came through here again
Maxine, Maxine, Maxine, Maxine
Time plays tricks on your memory
It's been a long weekend
She said she'd be
I'm enchanted by the birds in my blossoms
I'm enamored by young lovers on the weekend
I like the fourth of July
When bombs start flashing
And I wish
Business as usual at the harmony home
Up for the weekend to see my father
So I'm the one beneath the unturned stone
I begin the ritual
never enough
All alone and you've had enough
Don't let me be, don't let me be
All by myself, that's not how I felt
Do I deserve to be one
fade one by one
You want someone to keep you warm, on the weekend
Enough
Why you gotta show up
Enough
Why you gotta show up
As strong as my wasted
squattin', she a beauty, I spoiled her right
On this shroom, I just keep geekin' and geekin'
I spent a fifty out with Bre, that was last weekend
And my
to
Cannes by the weekend come
Blasting Loft Music in a mansion, oh my Lord
She span it round
'lil mama made my kingdom come
Brought a friend, double down for
Weekend
Living for the weekend
Is living for a reason
I know
When the well’s run dry
We rely on the soul
And if your soul is bleeding
Then what’s
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