Lyrics:
eyes on you, and you the best to see
I never want another woman to be next to me
Girl I want you by my side yeah for centuries
To good to be true, yeah
gone let go
By the end of the week
With a little bit of love
A little bit of love
We ain’t getting any younger
But these days are lasting longer with
those nights 7 Eleven
By the skatepark trying to numb away the depression
At abandoned house parties and we're running from the cops
But the fun was
goin off the deep end
I'm finna go fuck on your friend, we'll be back by the weekend
I mean shit, we could stay a couple extra days
In the coupe, smoking
to the weekend cheers to the fact
Spending every night like it's
Never coming back
Cheers to the people in the club to the party
Cheers to the people in the club
your lap
Like is you comin' home?
Is you out with her?
I don't care long as you here by
Ten thirty, no later than
Drop them drawers, give me what I
next
With you its never complex
Maybe to the hillside view
Where I fell for you
Maybe the stars will collide
So nervous I was tongue-tied
Oh boy does
another weekend
Had to learn to swim just by jumping in the deep end
Been drawing up my plays I'm the coach and I'm my deep bench
People tracing others I do
way (Oh, no, no)
Me no dey follow what the next man say
Steady on my lane no dey follow one way
This fame, money it's a long way coming
Gently steady
greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (uh)
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3
the heat toted
And teflon tips keep the .44 loaded
Straight quoted in nine-trey, by the dime
Now we connected
He said, "Mack, when you westsidin`
at the dock
And by the way I'mma start, finding more light to shed
Like a small garage in your backyard
I'm back chilling with a friend of mine, she mighty
Cap and a stem with the red wine
You ain't got friends so you're at mine
I hear you're in town for the weekend
I swear I'm not tryna get even
Wake up wake up, I know it’s late
But stay up stay up I’m on the way
To lay up lay up been missing you all day
It ain’t the weekend weekend weekend
wondering maybe, possibly, say it again
Maybe could we get together this weekend
I still remember the way you felt
The way you smelled and the sexy way
Never thought I'd be here long
Said I won't find no one else
Destined to stay by myself
I want you right here next to me
Don't break my heart so easily
guess I'll see you next time
Put a can of Coke in my fridge
I know it's the drink you'd pick
Last time that you came by
You asked for a glass that had
weekends spent by the open bay
We could watch the good and the bad come and go like ocean waves
I don't like talking bout the future, but I can't help it,
This nigga talking crazy like insanity plea
I, swear to god, the next nigga I give it to
Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to
I'm West Philly
what will come next
Nothing's changed
Nothing's changed
What a shame
Just another year just another year
Day by day
Nothings changed
Just another year
the studio until the next day and by then the situation had elevated
Never the less, we were back to loving like a week later
But resentment had gotten
Yeah
I?m sitting here and all that's on my mind,
Are these thoughts of you of you,
I?m wishing that the time would just fly by Whoa oh,
Cause even
she ain't goin to no hotel
Not the frantic freak type, but if you speak right
You get to take her out and dig her out on a weeknight
Weekends, she
through
You not T-Boz baby, I'm not tryin to Creep Wit you
Next a reggae set, freaks flippin they wigs
Bouncers by the door beatin brothers like bad kids
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