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know you been wrong 
You been lying 
Lying bout lying her down 
Let's be honest 
I can tell by your face 
That you've been trying 
To keep it on the low

No time for the weekend
No time for a good friend
All by my lonesome self
What the hell should I do now?

Let people go their own way
Let people go

have a mate named Tim
He lives for the weekend
Tows his boat and his missus
Down to the river bend

Hey Red, this song's about Geoff's, mate
Righto,

to stand up
At least you left more or less the way you found me

Looks like we're doing this again
I'm not an alcoholic, I just play one on the weekends

the stream
I can't see it
I don't see it (mh, yeah)

No little sister don't go feelin' all defeated
I'm giving you three things this weekend
At least I

obok rymy tłuste
Punktem się zacyznał ostry weekend
Ktoś się napierdolił ktoś wyłapał na michę
Nie będę oszukiwał byliśmy niezłe ziółka
Ulica ma się

Ang'tatazeli, I ain't spooked by these niggas
Igazi l'phansi ngathi l'lele ngomhlane

Took my time 
Nale plan iqhamuk' ek'juleni down from the deep end
Inhlos'

rola to zerwana banderola
Trochę Fanty Cola i za fanty dola
Język pieniądza czasem dla nich to jedyne esperanto
By mieć spokój umysłu oddali serca

Life goes by so quickly, making time is tricky
Always feeling overwhelmed
Always need more money, always have to study
Trying to improve ourselves

chill and then go smoke a blunt

I'm feeling pretty decent got my head up on my shoulders
Supported by your pillow laying stoned up like a stoner
Just

The North wind, to spite me, it picked you up and carried you away
Winter weekends without you near will never feel the same
The distance between us is not so

some more thangs
By any means gotta fly growing my wings
Seen it and I like it so I bought em
Heard we had smoke so I fought em
Two in the morning

You deserve roses on your bedside table
In a house by a beach in L.A
I'll leave you love notes on the wooden dashboard
Of a red 1950s cabriolet

achievements
If ain’t nothing wrong with you How you missing every weekend
Then what’s really up yo sleeve Then
I got some rare fans that give you No fair chance

Long Slow 70’s Weekend
Waiting for the Tumbling Dice To fall,
Taking A Walk in the New York City,
Thinking About THE AUTOMAT GIRL

OFFICE AT NIGHT

And just hope ya'll see it
From my sights yea
Go back couple months, got left by the one
Made plans to come over
Didn't came and it killed her
Now she

Pasti untukku, yes you are
Kau terbang kan aku, bagai bidadari
You know I really really love you…

Betta’ make some plan, on this weekend
We gonna have

organized plan
Get a van move down by the river man
Throw me a coconut, crack it open and drink it up
A bit of herb mixed with spliff tobacco
Good for a sore

drink to be social
Surrounded by some fake friends
No one to go to
I guess I treated you too good, right?
Wish I could show you what this feels like
But

Fearless, she jumps in the deep end
Works hard all week, cuts sick on the weekend
Girl likes to party hard
With her free friends
No drama so it's

geeked for

Geeking, I'm still geeking I'm
Still geeked yeah
I'm not coming home til next weekend
Me and my bitch beefing we not speaking
(she so geeked

swearing 
That makes you feel younger 
Even though you’re getting older 

They take drugs on the weekend 
With dubious creditors 
The cultural arbiters 
With

him for no reason
And half the people there gon'
Forget him by next weekend
The fam's still grieving
Wish he was still breathing
And no matter how much

go dancing in the dark
cnd spend our weekends at the bars

But that ain't enough for me
I know it's not for you
Caught in between the obvious
I hope