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the boss on my back, he don't give me any slack
I sit down, I daydream of how my weekends gonna be

Chorus (1x)

By the time wednesday comes, I feel the beat

a heater get by
I done only see a couple people trappin' for the high
Only made it to the 20 mark rap about it, die
Who me yuh I hit it
Leave a shawty

talking
I don't know what to say
Another trip to hell that I see like everyday
I've been mixing I've been sippin on the weekend
I'd say I'm drunk in love

open 
In the city of the frozen 

Gotta stay in control of your conscious 
Following your dream gets cold better watch where you go 
Yah it's hard to get

for ya
So, pull your seat up, put your feet up and eat up. Eat all that MSG up
Cause you don't have to work in America
They'll take good care of you
By

the city when the summers were sweet
No smoke in the sky, no shoes on our feet
Folks a little cold at time they call it a freeze
I just wanna melt that into

man
Uh, cause I'm a Renaissance Man
Check it, niggas looking up to me, like I'm their role model
Vegas for the weekend, pink elephants from Gold bottles

over areas
Buried us
In a system built by Giants
Or figments of imagination
Just to keep us quiet
I'm sorry I ain't lying
I'm just really high and I be

romance
Look, baby, I just wanna do me
Like, yo, what you talkin' bout slow dance
Yeah, well, you know I got cold feet

All these women wanna make it work

ascending
I'm excited
Most delighted
Buzz a jolt a rush a high
I Can't describe it
Exhilarated
Titillated
My heart beating
Low pulse
Cold feet
Exceeding

I got the call down at maxes I had to jump off the mattress
They say it's flooded with hoes I pop the tags off my clothes
Slide my feet in some

a weekend walk by these muddy city shores
And old man river talks to me
But I can't quite understand: my feet stay locked to the dry land
So he drifts on with

Going Farley-hard by the time I'm finished
I'm going til 6 in the morning
Looking for blow in New Orleans
And I still won't quit it
I don't think a little

told
Outta breath, outta drive, outta fires in the cold
Outta sight, outta mind, outta time, on the road

What you talking all modest
I'm just tryna be

Come back to bed
Your feet are getting cold
Would it be ok if I stay
Until the weekend is over
No more faking it
Being careful not to stare
I need

I've been up a two grand or more
Then lost the fucking lot before. 
The world can seem all deadly cold
When the bookies lad's got all your gold

When

seat up put your feet up and eat up
Eat all that MSG up
Cause you don't have to work in America they take good care of ya
By tearing your favorite tree

the credits roll, make this whole town so obscene
Sand on my feet, cold beer up in my hand
And she's telling gypsy tales about adventures in the Orient
I think

ticket
Played truant, hated school and couldn't wait for the weekend
I stuffed my face and studied the greats
Repeat cycle; til I hit my stride with each

Made 10 tracks by the weekend
He talking shit, that is pathetic

Run up on him, he might need a medkit
Numb the pain with anesthetic
When these bitches

sucking dick by the weekend
I swear my ex, she a demon
Went and fucked a nigga in the same bed we sleep in
Shit, I ain't believe it
I was out working, she

‘Cause I’ve been sleeping on the floor for the past few weeks
I’ve been chewing the gum that comes off your feet
I stare up at the ceiling, pray

I'm walking with demons
I spark up the reefer when I feel em creeping
I'm getting so high I can't land on my feet
Man I'm gettin so high so won't feel

a rocket (Like a rocket)
We cannot stop it on the weekends, swear we do this shit often

Talk is cheap, that's why I stay rapping til I'm six feet deep
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