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dinner dates
Or maybe weekend brunch
Well I ain't got a lot
But I can give you all of me
I'll give you the air that I breathe
And the blood that I bleed

I
Couldn't fucking contain it, Yeah
I pray to the sun if I wanted to, I would
Put on a front but I don't know if I should
Everywhere that I go
I feel

We went out to the state fair
Loverboy was playing there
We wanted to watch them rock
What we saw instead was a shock
"Working for the Weekend

in it I been making songs
Said he wanted smoke but he couldn't take a big bong
Done playing back and forth don't wanna play ping pong
Boutta eat

distance

No we aren't good friends
Bonfires on the weekend
Used up well it depends
On what you really wanted
I've seen Terabithia
Lived life out in Narnia

Drip on drip we dripping pon drip
Drip pon drip ma gals be from Baywatch
She wanted fendi so I tell her bend it
Like water bending pretty gal whine
I got

of the weekend
When you wanted all the bad lights
To color the same

Do you remember how we used to be?
Cologne in the bathroom
Where we used to read

I lost you

right there
That's what you wanted for years

Martae going be the one
Want to see you doing good
But i should've got rich and left you in the hood
Yeah I

if we really wanted to

 girl girl
when you do that thing like that mmm
girl girl
i can’t get enough of that stuff woah woah

girl girl 
where shall we

breathing
You go to the same places
Try to see me on the weekends
My name
Pops up all the time you can't forget me
My view changed on love
Now I see

fucked with ya, that was such a mistake
Only one thing on my mind Ima get cake

She gave me the eye that she wanted more
Pulled out my uh, she think I'm

when I moved off to school
And Grandma was sad
We had made a routine full of love and food
Every weekend that had passed
On the Sundays that I couldn't

to the days
It was love on the week-end
Then she said
Let’s keep it between friends
She never seems to care to know, nor to pretend
My love was more on the deep

the rim
Enough of that sweet shit

You just is not him
Chop him in half like xan A on the
Weekend
My shooters don't floater
They half court no heaving

12

zombie of insomia cuz it gets worse when I'm sleeping
I dont really take drugs like I rap about shawty and I really only drink on weekends
Hollow tip

never had no secrets
I respect you so much cause you honest but you cheated
Wanted to leave cause I ain't ever been that heated
Baby tell me what's

treat me like you do
Leaning on her like the 9 ft, I deep end
I was blinded for days, not the weekend
After we split, my life I had to rearrange
Cause she

I heard you left me for a city boy
I gave you everything
You wanted Moore
Your telling everyone
That he's for sure
Then baby why you texting me

Anxious couldn’t wait for the weekend, end up pulling up on you/you’ve got me in the deep end way deeper than id want to/way deeper than id want to/

the suburbs
You got a job
And I've been home for the summer
You don't hit me up
But you're in town for the weekend
You text all your friends
And say you wanted

forgiveness when we rockin' five days and weekends
Word to prospects, we're the prophets
We network, we cop checks
Thinking that money is still a concept
My net

(For a second i was needed
Baby I'm just grieving
Tell me if Your winning
See see
Hit me up for weekends
Tell me if you need it
Every Second I was

waste my time, when you come over
Watch freezing my wrist, came from the polar
Bad bitch wanna kiss, I can't control her
She a freak on weekends, she

some shit like, uh
Like, I wanted to say, "look" a little bit later, and, uh
I got my words tripped up from the gutter tho
I really fucked my shit up