the weekend

This is a tribute to -

The versions of us that died,

The ones people still try to keep alive,

While hoping the new you never thrives

(Hmm) Yeah, it's Friday night, you're tripping and I wouldn't wanna be you

Cartier shades match this vibe cuz you're so see through,

Saturday, you're calling - I ignore, I need to reboot,

Old hoes hit my line, I need to give they ass a redo,

Sunday, I'm in traffic but not on the way to see you,

Popping tags - I be in my bag when I don't need you,

Monday, I'm picking up the phone like "bae, what's going on?"

I think these weekends are fucking us up,

Live for a moment but dying in lust,

I keep on speeding and pouring shit up (yeah),

I'd rather leave here and die on my own,

No, I don't hate you but this isn't love,

It's all these 30's that's keeping me up,

We're dying slowly, but live for the rush, 

The rush,

Live for this rush,

This rush

(Live for this rush)

(I think these weekends are fucking us up

You keep up tweaking - pouring shit up

I'd rather leave here - die on my own)

(That's real shit)

Double up in my cup, I been leaning (I been leaning)

Say I lost faith in love and I believe it (and I believe it)

Since when do angels answer calls of a demon

Since when did I become the face of all of your demons?

I seen you playing both sides. What's the meaning?

I heard the shit they said you said and I ain't believe it,

Tell the world our business and you think that's getting even,

Type of bitch who miss her blessing cuz she can't receive it 

But it's all good -

It's okay -

It's your way -

The long way -

It's all good -

It's

Yeah, it's Friday night, you're tripping and I wouldn't wanna be you

Cartier shades match this vibe cuz you're so see through,

Saturday, you're calling - I ignore, I need to reboot,

Old hoes hit my line, I need to give they ass a redo,

Sunday, I'm in traffic but not on the way to see you,

Popping tags - I be in my bag when I don't need you,

Monday, I'm picking up the phone like "bae, what's going on?"

I think these weekends are fucking us up

Live for a moment but dying in lust

I keep on speeding and pouring shit up (yeah)

I'd rather leave here and die on my own

No, I don't hate you but this isn't love

It's all these 30's that's keeping me up

We're dying slowly, but live for the rush 

The rush,

Live for this rush,

This rush

(Live for this rush)

(I think these weekends are fucking us up

You keep up tweaking - pouring shit up

I'd rather leave here - die on my own)