I got a little bit of money feelin' my pockets Roll around like I run this shit I got a system filled up with toxins I been broken hearted and I was fuck that bitch Gettin' high to deal with my problems Fuckin' bitches and gettin' drunk as shit But these bitches gettin' obnoxious They nothin' to me though I love this shit Go long days, longer nights Talk too much, the wrong advice All the lights, and call my life Doctor, doctor, will you help me? Get me healthy, keep it lowest you can help me Ain't shit you can tell me now First rap shipment, sellin' out Ooh shit, my new bitch, you jealous now Smokin' weed at the crib watchin' Belly now All the pain that they causin' like fuck it we ballin' now everythin' straight You feelin' the feelin', I'm chillin', just livin', I'm livin' away Conversations we havin', I'm gettin' too static, too much on my plate Lord I need me a break
But I'll be good by the weekend (alright, yeah) I'll be good by the weekend (yeah) Everythin' good by the weekend (yeah) Everythin' will be good by the weekend (alright, by the weekend) We goin' out tonight, yeah, we goin' out tonight, like fuck it We goin' out tonight, yeah, we goin' out tonight, fuck it We goin' out tonight, yeah, we goin' out tonight, it's the weekend We goin' out tonight, yeah, we goin' out tonight, it's the weekend
I been havin' trouble sleepin' Battlin' these demons Wonderin' what's the thin' that keeps me breathin' Is it money, fame or neither I been thinkin' about the places that I frequent All the people that I see I started livin' decent But what do it mean to be a G (alright) Only time we fall behind, bitches in the concubine, callin' mine crazy See in God's desire make water wine, pause in time, it's common they often hate me Never will I walk in line, I cross the T's and dot the I's Wonderin' well, wonderin' how I got this high Fell and asleep and forgot to die, god damn I'm poppin' them dollars and drinkin' them powders, faded Get it over the counter, I'm stuck on the browsers like how did I make it These bitches don't know me, this shit is so lonely until she get naked Don't even know what today is
But I'll be good by the weekend (alright, yeah) I'll be good by the weekend (yeah) Everythin' good by the weekend (yeah) Everythin' will be good by the weekend (alright, by the weekend)
Mondays I think of you But I ain't trippin' on it Tuesdays I'm in Gotta get my hands up on ya Wednesdays I'm lit with you You know you're stayin' over Thursdays I'm sick of you I got to get rid of you 'Cause Fridays are always the start of the time of my life, alright When I get faded you hate it but, baby, it's gon' be alright, ha, alright
Writer/s: Jamil Chammas, Malcolm James McCormick, Masamune Rex Kudo, Miguel Jontel Pimentel, Rupert Jr. Thomas, Ryan Vojtesak
Publisher: Peermusic Publishing, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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His keyboard work helped define the Muscle Shoals sound and make him an integral part of many Neil Young recordings. Spooner is also an accomplished songwriter, whose hits include "I'm Your Puppet" and "Cry Like A Baby."
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