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but you
These lame bitches can’t compare to you,
It’s the weekend, I been drinkin’ XO
Brandy liquor  shawty’s sippin’ it slow
Now we in the zone,

tongue
I hope it’s the weekend
Three little birds humming Estrelar
Not a worry in the world, going nowhere fast
It a go by If ya got a phone out yeah
Live

on by the weekend
See ya out with a few friends
We were never on the same page
We would never meet the same ends
Even tho we had the same vibe
We will

let's get this started

Drinks out by the campfire let's get lit up
Country bangers out the Bluetooth turn it up
Family and friends singing together with

Too many times lately out by myself wondering how I got into this mess And I feel so far away
And I keep going back in my mind to our place picturing

of this perc

Off of that perc, she be tweakin'
Tryna' come see you for the weekend
I'm in the H right now
Tryna' see who linkin'
The Wock' in my double

Teenage dream by Katy Perry never made sense to me
When I would listen on the radio in mom's backseat
I never thought I'd get a summer love

When we go out we stay at The Four Seasons
I'ma egg beat a shell, catching no sleeping
I’ma hustle niggas still trapping
No sleeping
Only on weekends we

nails i’m white and I’m corny
I’m Industry’s Saved by the Bell
My neighbour so far away
She don't see when I check the mail
My homie a magician
He turn

Bonnie and Clyde just a little more low key
With you by my side I would never get lonely
He real good at night, his game never phoney
Don’t ghost me I’m

lonely?

picking up the broken pieces
if we keep it up 
we’ll be dead by the weekend
i know i’m not perfect
i know you’ve been searching
all the words i

Mm, yeah

Yeah, I love this town and I love my friends
But I'm sick of looking over my shoulder every weekend
Wondering where you are, wondering

drive
My belief in me subjugated by the melting tab I press against my tongue
My sense of identity out the window cause I see us melting down
And my

kawałki są gorące, prawda!
Jakie mają być, to studio - sauna
Ile bym dał za weekend na ławkach
A jestem w Szwecji i koszę hajs
Ty jesteś w Polsce i kosisz

in ya head
The dream is dead
Don't let it creep in
If you want it go and get it
You can't sleep in
Working on weekdays
And the weekends
All the hate

be rocking Jimmy Choo
You ain't phased by no chain, or no Fendi shoes
You make your own rules
Hair done, makeup did, nails did too

You fuck nigga free

be Balenci'

We ain't tripping bout no money, cause we all got plenty
If I keep doing what I'm doing, imma be rich by my twenty
Hoes wasn't fucking

my life I don't even get my weekends
Did I make the right decisions shit is so deceiving
Like a kid up at the table bout to get a beating
All this

This is oddly reminiscent of my mama screaming
Battered on the floor, can't stand up, her knees are weakened
She working through the weekend, while

na DVD
Na weekend zamykam w domu się
W łóżku mam wszystko, co trzeba
By zabić stres
Kłęby dymu, odcinam się od świata
Spełnia sny, a nie ma stów przez

freakin', thick ass dick up Jada Pickett's asshole
These mother fuckin' sluts, need'a stay here the weekend
I'll slide my dick in your butts, if you slide in

I know how we get when the weekend comes
When we hit downtown like a beatin' drum
Time to celebrate, another day is done
And we raise our glass

I just wanna rap for
Ninety seconds without breathing
Here we go, I'm gonna try it, hopefully
I won't be screamin'
By the end of it, I cannot
Take

you're not haunted
You just miss everything
You're not a cautionary tale
So don't you vanish on me
You're losing weekends
And then the days will start