The Weekend
Put the bottles up for the weekend
We aint playing games its our season
We aint playing no games
We aint here to play we just here to live
Tilt the bottle back catch you sipping
We just here to stay
Took her to the aiport watch her fly away
Sitting in the coupe getting high today
How I am going to make it when you're miles away
Always keep it real we going to find a way
Put the bottles up for the weekend
We aint playing games its our season
We aint playing no games
We aint here to play we just here to live
Tilt the bottle back catch you sipping
We just here to stay
Roll it up, roll it up, roll a dozen
Getting high like I'm Cudi all about the loving
She act like she know me but she really doesn't
Head in the clouds rolling off the huggin
Hit the hills, popping pills, nothing on my mind
Driving foreign in my dreams, one day at a time
Blast the mac, windows down, smile on my face
Hit the gas, bump the trap, lemme feel that bass
Never thought I'd be here before
With the music and the girls I adore
Cocaine sniffing on my front porch
These mother fuckers acting like life is a chore
Put the bottles up for the weekend
We aint playing games its our season
We aint playing no games
We aint here to play we just here to live
Tilt the bottle back catch you sipping
We just here to stay
We aint playing games its our season
We aint playing no games
We aint here to play we just here to live
Tilt the bottle back catch you sipping
We just here to stay
Took her to the aiport watch her fly away
Sitting in the coupe getting high today
How I am going to make it when you're miles away
Always keep it real we going to find a way
Put the bottles up for the weekend
We aint playing games its our season
We aint playing no games
We aint here to play we just here to live
Tilt the bottle back catch you sipping
We just here to stay
Roll it up, roll it up, roll a dozen
Getting high like I'm Cudi all about the loving
She act like she know me but she really doesn't
Head in the clouds rolling off the huggin
Hit the hills, popping pills, nothing on my mind
Driving foreign in my dreams, one day at a time
Blast the mac, windows down, smile on my face
Hit the gas, bump the trap, lemme feel that bass
Never thought I'd be here before
With the music and the girls I adore
Cocaine sniffing on my front porch
These mother fuckers acting like life is a chore
Put the bottles up for the weekend
We aint playing games its our season
We aint playing no games
We aint here to play we just here to live
Tilt the bottle back catch you sipping
We just here to stay
Credits
Writer(s): Thulani Kachingwe
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