Lyrics:
old times
hit me up with feets so right
It's the weekend hopin we can chill again sort of like we use to
'cause you know its over due
maybe we can
views on YouTube when
I'm recording this
Uh, it's by Lily Potter but
Then remixed by Rufio
Um, it's a song about sad and sad, alright
Here we go ay, sad
She a freak bitch
She a model
She be geekin
Working all day
Then she party every weekend
She a freak bitch
Shorty hustle
She ain't sleep yet
Want
in my face like I'm cena yah
All these cold nights got me dreaming hard
All these cold nights got me dreaming
Tired on the beach cuz a nigga never
On A Weekend
Sleep With Ya Eyes Wide
Grimmy Gotta Peep It
In My Hood
The Fiends Are The Cleanest,
Cold Town Streets
Win Streaks
Get Defeated,
Goonies Outside
to the steel drums sing
Tiki bar, sippin' on a drink
Made by the water, right on a beach
Salt in the air, sand on my feet
Soul of a sailor, born for a boat
A king here music world at my own feet
Dealing with the mainstream thank the lord daily
I'm sincere and I've been from the start
Ask Dyl (Dizzee Rascal),
such a long way away
And we, we got all night to play
More fun
Is what we need
Everyone
Is on their feet
The weekend is here and all we want is
them coals when I got cold, now I push one button, I can heat the
Whole floor
Ladies lining at my door while I'm traveling on tour, gotta have the money
Stuck here for the weekend
Kickin on a tin-can, out of my mind
Stuck here for indefinite
Talking to myself, half of the time
Stone cold black'n'blue
Stuck here for the weekend
Kickin' on a tincan, out of my mind
Stuck here for indefinite
Talking to myself, half of the time
Stone cold black
cold sore photo bombs your Insta-pic
Anal leakage on the weekend with your in-laws, pah!
It's sad to put your dog to sleep
Here's a gift 'cause talk
Mudsaddle Shores
Crackin' open a cold one for the weekends
Playing guitar by the campfire, I've been stranded on this farm without you
I'm gettin' sunburned,
now
But one thing sure by now you should clearly fucking know
I'm all faded cold can't come back to my fucking soul
Smile bright you're my sunshine
I've been thinking on my own
I've been fixing up my soul
Standing on my own two feet
In that higher state of living
I've been thinking on my own
I've
East side sing it
Lets all put the night in motion
Bring it baby
The time flys by so easily
We've got to say that there is no other day
Like
the office is a sauna
The mail boy is
walking by so slow
his feet are dragging
his mind is lagging
The supervisor
his mouth is moving
i just cant hear him
Flash
Cuts a dash, looking back
The windows open and the heating on
The cold side of the pillow, summer, sun
His blue clothes, his wife’s legs
His brown
You're so hot
That you melt everything
Just by looking
You're the fever king
You're so hot
That i will have to go
Get on a train
Get moving from
freezing, freezing cold
Well I tried everything to warm her up
Now I'm living in the cold hotel 'cause
She passed me up or she passed me by or I
Blowin reefer everyday shout out
The bro khalifa get the bag and then I’m out
Same way a Common thief is
Saw the reaper told him not this weekend
I got
Wen i was rockin im binaca bana vi sous jeans
Its like ive been in the cold
But now im fired up onn all ready to go
Got this game tied up on eva since i
You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that
You use against me
You, have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feelin' like a nothing
Daytime probably still up schemin'
I ain't got no time for sleepin'
Probably up for the entire weekend
Up late plottin' and thinkin'
Motivated by
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