Don Pharaoh - Wknds Lyrics

Graduated now waving at parents from rear views
End of August but feels like summer camp with all the seasons though
On my own and too shy to make conversations here
F*ck it, I'll keep to myself and just worry bout me going pro
But somehow, ended at this Frat house with this girl
I'm tryna get with, round some people who drunk and will not stop singing
Twelve a.m. so we only got two more days
Or I lose my chance to get with her and see her out with another nigga

The Weekends
The Weekends
The Weekends
The Weekends
Twelve a.m. so we only got two more days
Or I lose my chance to get with her and see her out with another nigga
The Weekends
The Weekends

One eighty from last week, now my face in her boobs tonight
Back of my thoughts, I'm still paranoid on mistakes that made me though
Playing house on a land, no parental vision near
F*cking and thinking, I don't think ever wanna go back home
And now we all inside this club with ass that pulse on perfect cadence
While hers snaps to my crotch and now I'm non stop with sweating
Interactions that dig in deep now inspire me
Thinking of picking up the passion I dropped, so I can write about her

The Weekends
The Weekends
The Weekends
The Weekends
Interactions that dig in deep now inspire me
Thinking of picking up the passion I dropped, so I can write about her
The Weekends
The Weekends

Up and live here, this weekend like we went back in time
Never been a party person, but now I got my reasons why
Tired of loops that keep me intact with the past
And I'm only living on days I'm not autopilot on nine to fives
Drowning in pussy and cross-eyed at the bottom bottle of Jack
So I can escape from all the shit I lack
I want more than that, but know the gist
I ain't got shit against ya nigga, that's the way it is
Well that's the way it'd be with me
The Weekends