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Hypothetically speaking if I took you to the south of france
Would you stay would you stay for the weekend
Yeah me to get yourself in the mood
I can live like this

Sexy as hell your the girl of my dreams
Our love is amazing I won't let you change it
I love you so much that it hurts
Flights out to Paris on weekends

fuck that, fuck that
Why these hoes stay tweaking, I be out on weekends
Hennessey sipping, I'm balling every season
Baby got no defense, she just let

woke up late on a weekend
got out of my bed like at afternoon
got no appetite, and its nothing new
somethings wrong with me, yeah

its probably one

put you on, no IOU
You so fried, get high off you
Need you like I need O two
Spending all weekend
Girl, you do it often
Pussy perfect
Girl, you popping

weekends
Having fun with the goons and the wizards den
We kept it up then
Damn, how the doorsdash man was always visiting
And the van will soon be hot again

Staring up at the ceiling light
Knowing now we're out of time
Every time we leave the night in the past
Cause there's nothing here to make it last

niggas get the win
You got to understand that you him
I'm wiser now but I took some chances off a whim
I'm knowing that I couldn't swim
I jumped into

love like that
Mm
Wish that I could love like you

That weekend, we were sleeping in that London hotel room
Heard you singing in the shower
Damn near

a flight, five in the mornin'
She just tryna fuck the way I'm ballin'
I just spent the weekend with my bae (with my bae)
People 'round me tryna act like I'm

other
And they still wanna see each other
You call that nigga ya brother
Knowing damn well he don't love you
You can't sacrifice for us
How the fuck I'm

me for healing when they losing demons

Lost in secrets, toss me in the deep end
Hope I sleep on weekends not knowing that my life is swimming

thru it

But she strong so she talk to herself and she looks at her kid knowing she gotta stay focused for his sake
So love she not really looking for it

my best years
Up all night on the internet
God just wasn't clear enough

Can I keep from thinking too much
Each weekend I wanna give up
And that's why

really like to party, 
But I rarely get invited,
I don't mind it, 
Kind of get it,
Because I'm overly polite 
And I like coffees on the weekend in a retro

on the weekend
Long trips making excuses with what he's doing
It don't add up, her feelings start to catch up
Her insecurities push her to the open bath tub

Yeah
I think I died last weekend
I wish I said I loved you, but won't blame myself for knowing less
Heaven's full of foreign angels, I respond with no

And have your soul forever rest in peace
Knowing we better than that
New Berettas and MACs
New vendettas attached
And we can't never get back
Now you can't

Pre-Chours

If I die young (2x)
At least I can run 
On the high way
To the after life
Knowing very well
That every superstar
Comes Past their prime

start overheating
Always some shit to break a day and go fuck up my weekend
Fuck i really don't wanna talk about it
I can't keep harboring my feelings,

trigger me, trigger me, trigger me

Gone for the weekend
We've been apart all season
Tryin' to say no, but my body takes control
And I don't wanna think

of moments
I won't miss for my dreams
Just so that I can
Get out of my city

I get teary eyed knowing that I'm an artist
Here I might never reach at my

against me know the consequence
They knowing I'm staying on top of it
My future been lookin so promising
Wont let em catch up dont do condiments
My queen

Yeah
People like to make assumptions about you
Or give you a bad reputation without knowing
What you going thru
Hate that shit
Said I got a bad