The Weekend Lyrics

It be like Monday

Tuesday

Wednesday

Bore

Thursday

Friday

Please lord

Just give me the weekend

Ouu I can't wait for the weekend

Finna bool with my niggas been bullshit all week

Kicking stress to the curb finna go get T'd

Sleep in Saturday catch a couple z's

Plan moves prolly slide to YCA

Them young niggas be wilding they cypher on CTA

Jimmi hit me up like bro what's yo ETA

I told him that I'm stopping just to go see Mary Jane

She finna have a session with me and the whole gang

They wanna kill the heat

But can't extinguish the flame

Shows all on the weekend I'm just tryna build a name

No tweaking this weekend just stay in yo section

And keep the bullshit in the week it was left in

It be like Monday

Tuesday

Wednesday

Bore

Thursday

Friday

Please lord

Just give me the weekend

Ouu I can't wait for the weekend

I hit Post like what's the moves

He hit me back like wassup nigga what it do

I got these beats and I'm finna slide to the stu

I got these features and I'm thinking that they needing you

Now t's the weekend and my city looking like a playground

I take the 49 and then the orange line down

Link up with my bro every time he come around

We be mobbing blacking out everywhere you know we clown

It be like Monday

Tuesday

Wednesday

Bore

Thursday

Friday

Please lord

Just give me the weekend

Ouu I can't wait for the weekend

It be like Monday

Tuesday

Wednesday

Bore

Thursday

Friday

Please lord

Just give me the weekend

Ouu I can't wait for the weekend

Fall into pocket like a wallet on standby

My granny hollows her pockets and prays with her hands tied

My mama beat the system and make Uncle Sam cry

My fam verse ya fam

Dawg a landslide

I ain't lying

East of Dan Ryan pioneering

Granny pies stay warm deliciously endearing

Till it's time for dishes and I'm hard of hearing

Y'all I'm sorry for all the times that I didn't listen

I'm getting better trying glisten how you taught me

Went on mission and they wishing they can't halt me

They grainy in the image of my vision super salty

Like dude it's not my fault that yo flow is faulty

Baby had me spitting since icee's on Damen

You wonder why I'm built like this the fam for blaming

Ken boi said annihilate so put it in laymens

I was predestined king before I hit the pavement

Take me back take me back

To when the block was bussin

Take me back take me back

To a mob of cousins

Take me back

Peel the cap popped hydrants couldn't tell me nothin

Couldn't tell me nothin

Take me back take me back

To when the block was bussin

Take me back take me back

To a mob of cousins

Take me back

Peel the cap popped hydrants couldn't tell me nothin

Couldn't tell me nothin

Sometimes I reminisce

Back when we was kids

Back when a dollar got you 4 bags of chips

Running in and out the house had our grannies throwing fits

Life was good those the moments that I miss

Remember when we said that we couldn't wait to grow up

Now we praying for the clock to slow up

Growing up where niggas don't grow up

Gone put on for the fam when we glow up

Take me back take me back

Take me back take me back

Take me back take me back

Take me back take me back

Take me back take me back

Take me back take me back

Take me back take me back

Take me back take me back

Take me back take me back

Take me back take me back

Take me back take me back

Take me back take me back yeah