Come friday it's all good
Then comes saturday it's all good
Then comes sunday and it's back to the world
Back to the worlds been keeping me down
I try to get a handle on it
Never ending battle for me
I can feel a shadow on me
Every single day goes way slow
Pays low
Where did all the faith go
It never seems to change much
I don't want to take it there got a couple hours in my work shift
Running out of steam is it worth it
Put my thing down flip it and reverse it
Once Thursday come around
Everything looking up now
This weekend I made me a vow imma get f*cked up
Filling up your cup
Imma take my time
Lighting up my blunt
All I needs my music
I take that this drive
Jumping off this roof
Then it all ends Sunday
Gotta make it some day
Come friday it's all good
Then comes saturday it's all good
Then comes sunday and it's back to the world
Back to the worlds been keeping me down
Down I been on my own I been in my zone i been in my
Down I been on my own i been in this void I been in this
Down on my luck come down from the high I'm out on my feet I'm
Stuck in my ways I'm lost in the days I'm lost in a daze
On beat when im on point speaking in pieces
A novelist awkward and cautious the confidence obvious
Heaviest head with the heftiest dread
And the loftiest dreams
Going off when it's often I'm pissed the position I'm pitched in I'm wishing the week is a Figment
I'm weak in the knees all I need is some freedom I need me some weed and the Weekend
Everyday I wake up
Wishing I could go back to sleep and not wake up
Grab a brush put a little make up
Self righteous suicide
I've been on do or die
Lost my life too many times to the time
Gave my life too many times to this rhyme
Lost myself too much I'm so hard to find
Keep track if we package weed packs is fine
Grab you a bottle of drink for the evening the start of the weekend
We sleep til the morning then start it again
Once for the road
F*ck you been told
Everything is everything but everyday is old
Meant to be gold
Mentally I'm vintage
F*cking monumental
But my 9 to 5 steady stuck in my credentials
Everyday is consequential
I'll be good by the weekend
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Come friday it's all good
Then comes saturday it's all good
Then comes sunday and it's back to the world
Back to the worlds been keeping me down
I try to get a handle on it
Never ending battle for me
I can feel a shadow on me
Every single day goes way slow
Pays low
Where did all the faith go
It never seems to change much
I don't want to take it there got a couple hours in my work shift
Running out of steam is it worth it
Put my thing down flip it and reverse it
Once Thursday come around
Everything looking up now
This weekend I made me a vow imma get f*cked up
Filling up your cup
Imma take my time
Lighting up my blunt
All I needs my music
I take that this drive
Jumping off this roof
Then it all ends Sunday
Gotta make it some day
Come friday it's all good
Then comes saturday it's all good
Then comes sunday and it's back to the world
Back to the worlds been keeping me down
Down I been on my own I been in my zone i been in my
Down I been on my own i been in this void I been in this
Down on my luck come down from the high I'm out on my feet I'm
Stuck in my ways I'm lost in the days I'm lost in a daze
On beat when im on point speaking in pieces
A novelist awkward and cautious the confidence obvious
Heaviest head with the heftiest dread
And the loftiest dreams
Going off when it's often I'm pissed the position I'm pitched in I'm wishing the week is a Figment
I'm weak in the knees all I need is some freedom I need me some weed and the Weekend
Everyday I wake up
Wishing I could go back to sleep and not wake up
Grab a brush put a little make up
Self righteous suicide
I've been on do or die
Lost my life too many times to the time
Gave my life too many times to this rhyme
Lost myself too much I'm so hard to find
Keep track if we package weed packs is fine
Grab you a bottle of drink for the evening the start of the weekend
We sleep til the morning then start it again
Once for the road
F*ck you been told
Everything is everything but everyday is old
Meant to be gold
Mentally I'm vintage
F*cking monumental
But my 9 to 5 steady stuck in my credentials
Everyday is consequential
I'll be good by the weekend
Then comes saturday it's all good
Then comes sunday and it's back to the world
Back to the worlds been keeping me down
I try to get a handle on it
Never ending battle for me
I can feel a shadow on me
Every single day goes way slow
Pays low
Where did all the faith go
It never seems to change much
I don't want to take it there got a couple hours in my work shift
Running out of steam is it worth it
Put my thing down flip it and reverse it
Once Thursday come around
Everything looking up now
This weekend I made me a vow imma get f*cked up
Filling up your cup
Imma take my time
Lighting up my blunt
All I needs my music
I take that this drive
Jumping off this roof
Then it all ends Sunday
Gotta make it some day
Come friday it's all good
Then comes saturday it's all good
Then comes sunday and it's back to the world
Back to the worlds been keeping me down
Down I been on my own I been in my zone i been in my
Down I been on my own i been in this void I been in this
Down on my luck come down from the high I'm out on my feet I'm
Stuck in my ways I'm lost in the days I'm lost in a daze
On beat when im on point speaking in pieces
A novelist awkward and cautious the confidence obvious
Heaviest head with the heftiest dread
And the loftiest dreams
Going off when it's often I'm pissed the position I'm pitched in I'm wishing the week is a Figment
I'm weak in the knees all I need is some freedom I need me some weed and the Weekend
Everyday I wake up
Wishing I could go back to sleep and not wake up
Grab a brush put a little make up
Self righteous suicide
I've been on do or die
Lost my life too many times to the time
Gave my life too many times to this rhyme
Lost myself too much I'm so hard to find
Keep track if we package weed packs is fine
Grab you a bottle of drink for the evening the start of the weekend
We sleep til the morning then start it again
Once for the road
F*ck you been told
Everything is everything but everyday is old
Meant to be gold
Mentally I'm vintage
F*cking monumental
But my 9 to 5 steady stuck in my credentials
Everyday is consequential
I'll be good by the weekend
Writer: Darionne Ivory-Jackson
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Copyright: Lyrics © JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP, O/B/O DistroKid