Lyrics:
the weekend
I'll be gone by the evening woah
So don't you worry no more
I know SZA wished for good days
Mac was good by the weekend
I'll be gone by the evening
day
About a rock 'n' roll weekend
And the girl in the front of the room
So close yet so far, you know she never seemed to notice
That this silly
Out of bed at eight am
Out my head by half past ten
Out with mates and dates and friends
That's what I do at weekends
I can't talk and I
tainted, I toss it
Spendin' too much time relaxed by my next deposit
Drop my plan B, they tellin' me it's handy
But I'm just a little kid that's chasin'
weekend
My end of the week commences by rippin' out the 20 inches
SOS for the road, Gerbraud's creased to the floor
No mo' sweets to flow on the sto'
Plottin' on a bag every weekday
So I can chill by the weekend
You the champ you the God I believe
Think the people needed something to believe in
Ask
to bed
It's hard to keep friends, when you're barely just getting by
I'm just working all the time
My body's sore and so is my mind
Waiting for my
"Rob The Man'
Written by: David Hatton
The line leads down
Into the factory
Where the work'n man works
And the business man complains
I'm sitting and waiting inside a bar
A friend drives by, shouting out of his car
AY YO
Wanna join me for a ride?
LETS GO.
Hitting the road at high
Half way to Friday, pushing out ninety
Flying by a trooper in the blink of an eye
Rollin', rollin' on down the road
Rollin', rollin' on down the road
row, by the do'
I got a hoopty from this doofy nigga around the way
I had the fo'fo' under the rug, weekend ago
Three hours, I landed in the city
Can you see the real me, can ya, can ya,
I went back to the doctor
To get another shrink
I sit and tell him 'bout my weekend
But he never betrays
heart?
(Yeah yeah)
When you read my love letter
(When you read my love letter)
Weekends and birthdays
Celebrations, holidays
Love making history
laughing
I felt my heart beat back
a weekend's worth of sadness
There was a farmhouse
that had long since been deserted
We stopped and carved our hearts
nut
so for bein backed up I wrote a thesis, slut named Dawn
got her period, damn so does Valerie
Some cats pay for it, "Aiyyo I'm smokin DUST 'fore I do
We can fly to China for the weekend I got style too, you can see that
Baby girl, you're different and I mean that I can speak your language like
get away gotta keep my head up)
Well set a sail for the weekend
The sun gon shine waves bringing back memories
(gotta get away gotta keep my head up)
bullshit is goin' down
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
You ain't never 'fraid to be by yourself
You ain't never 'fraid to be by yourself
Say you ain't afraid
there ever be peace, or are we all just
Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast
And I know there'll never be peace (uh-uh)
That's why I keep my
what it felt like to be loved
By a boy who was just too old
Who run off drinking with his friends
Who would not wake up till next weekend
We would
sleep
I'm not afraid of the future
Have to suffer and repeat
I tend to agree
What happens will be
Pain of my own making
Cut short by eternity
Why do we do this C.G. and I?
Every night vegetables,
Minds numbed up by THC.
I've got my pen, C.G. the remote
Laurel and Hardy's the best bet
Why do we do this C.G. and I?
Every night vegetables...
Minds numbed up by T.H.C.
I've got my pen, C.G. the remote.
Laurel and Hardy's the best
Far from the crowded city
Where flowers pretty caress the stream
Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in,
Don't let it apart in my dream
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