Weekend

Everytime I feel im drowning in the deep end You come around make me feel like its the weekend Man i been working twenty-four seven Three jobs huh, tryna pull this dream down from heaven I gotta say man this shit is pressin So depressing Routine, boof tings, where the lessons Im feelin reckless, the world is hectic Where the blessings? Questionin my faith, yeah whats my message I been searchin for a min, I can't seem to find Everday a weekday when you steady grind Ive been tryna turn this dream to a reality Make my momma fucking proud of me Show out on all the ones who sat n doubted me Realized my biggest threat it like to hide in me But its alright, i can fight, call it pride Stand tall, by myself, ready to die Til I find, that my mind, is dead inside Look around and realize all who came to ride Everytime I feel im drowning in the deep end You come around make me feel like its the weekend And when I start to feel the sadness slowly creep in You come around make me feel like its the weekend I speak slow so the words speak Listen closely, if you think you know me Know you phoney we aint homies I hear em talkin through they bird beaks Steady tweetin, gimme reason, pull up and send em straight to Jesus Whats the point of all the bullshit? Whats the point of chasin happy when life be crackin bull whips? Whats the point of staying average? Whats the point of chasin greatness if I'll always be a sad bitch? Everytime I feel im drowning in the deep end You come around make me feel like its the weekend And when I start to feel the sadness slowly creepin You come around make me feel like its the weekend And on them days when it seems that lifes cheatin Know you there to make me feel like its the weekend And everytime I feel my life Issa belgian white kinda night Talkin bout this shorty from the dutch side Mickeys to my left, OE to my right Got me tryna choose my best side