Starlito - WKND lyrics

Grind Hard, feel like I'm in a f**in' trance, ah Yeah, right now you in the mix with DJ Logan Garrett Yeah, back to life, back to reality Right here, haha I ain't think so Oh you gots to know I'm keeping all of that That too, haha Funerals & Court Dates 2 Started off just a weekend fling When she get off work that's when I go to work Monday morning she might be late for work Sunday morning she probably sleep through church Damn my b**h trippin' about everything Say she wonder will I ever change Work all night, said I'm on the way And she waited up for me but I never came Just set a new high score in the blame game That lying sh** lame, I don't like to explain Had a n***a thinkin' throwin' rice in the rain Do I look like I'm Joe Montana? Told her roll with me to my show in Alabama After that we'll probably go to Atlanta I know this sound random but I don't like cameras Want a family but I want to plan it She just want consistency and I just need understanding Sometimes I need to escape Get it, like Get Out She tote my Glock twenty-seven 'cause it's tiny Thirty tips in the clip so it stick out Money long like a four day weekend Still no time for me to sleep in though I wouldn't change for a dollar, dimes I keep ten Too used to 'em trying to deceive me Bye, I'm leaving Like Kyrie and Cleveland Give me time, I'ma find me a reason You a 9 to 5 to a side hustle That pay better, that means it's way better My side piece a freak and she do the most But she know her role, so she say less You gon' probably f** around and miss your blessing And she work overtime to make me feel special Every weekend, you should join in You're like 9 to 5, I'm the weekend Make him lose his mind every weekend You take Wednesday, Thursday, then just send him my way Think I got it covered for the weekend You should join in Call the tape GhettOut because I'm going in Called to take her out and I just f**ed her friend No one at the house, texting me where I been Got a new Benz, bunch of blue bands She got a new body, how much you spend? Send her cross the map and she don't talk back She might text asking me what two cents I been buying Gucci with my loose cents FN in my college b**h infant And speaking of infinity, I really can't tell where the pool ends And the view is exclusive I'm reclusive, introverted Always in a hurry Yeah she cook me dinner on Thursday but it didn't concern me Lookin' back I didn't deserve it Post traumatic stress like I been in the service At war with myself, I been getting discouraged Mental warfare, I admit that sh** hurt me Only thing keep me sane is getting paid So I been in the lab every day Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday So I just keep 'em satisfied through the weekend You're like 9 to 5, I'm the weekend Make him lose his mind every weekend You take Wednesday, Thursday, then just send him my way Think I got it covered for the weekend