Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All Weekend , by - Nafe Smallz. Song from the album Goat World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 16.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ozone
Song language: English
All Weekend |
| I know you been freakin', just watched you party all weekend |
| Just touched down into the ends and dive straight in the deep end |
| You can tell me how you been feelin', but it’s ice on me, I’m freezin' |
| And it’s loud, packin' my weed, man, got me high all four seasons |
| New year, that’s a new start |
| Say you startin' with a new heart |
| Say you ready, now the mood right |
| New setting on some new stock |
| I get smart, I get clued up |
| Letting know, these niggas sue ya |
| Wouldn’t listen to the rumours |
| No, you never listen when he school ya |
| Still you strugglin' to move up |
| You thought that shit would happen sooner |
| You been hoping for some new luck |
| You refuse to be a loser |
| Old kids, looking chewed up |
| I phone, don’t give two fucks |
| See you jumpin' in an Uber |
| To the crib, actin' like we boo’d up |
| If I told you all my problems, I would show you all my pain too |
| Going brazy in the traphouse 'cause this is all the shits came too |
| Old debts tryna cloud on you when you on the rise, tryna breakthrough |
| Hope the music gon' save you, just hoping God gon' save you |
| Me and you in the buildin' laughin' and it’s on, we ain’t in the same room |
| Hit the loud, that’s the brain food, she pray the demons don’t take you |
| Miss my nigga in the jailhouse, miss my niggas in the grave too |
| Doesn’t break you, make you, was fallen off now it’s take two |
| I know you been freakin', just watched you party all weekend |
| Just touched down into the ends and dive straight in the deep end |
| You can tell me how you been feelin', but it’s ice on me, I’m freezin' |
| And it’s loud, packin' my weed, man, got me high all four seasons |
| I think my heart froze |
| Feelings I can’t show |
| Looking for light, bae |
| Stuck on a dark road |
| Live in the fast lane |
| I’m still in the past though |
| I’m smoking this half fold |
| And the diamonds on me like poncho, yeah |
| Drip like it’s water |
| Lit life, she want it |
| I get high while you fallin' |
| I love it when you down on all fours, yeah |
| Lit life, she like the songs |
| Hittin' my phone up, writin' soft |
| Comin' to the crib to ride a bone |
| And she don’t like when it’s time to go |
| When it’s time to go, yeah, you know I stay rightin' my wrongs |
| Pray like every show, 'bout to go order more ice and rose |
| Champagne and toast, steppin' too close might turn you ghost |
| Hella smoke, Cali' blunt make her choke |
| Hella bands on the road, she love the bands when they fold |
| She love the gang on her own, new designer on the coat |
| Truth be told, livin' the life I chose |
| I was the livin' the life I know, I had to go get the dough |
| I know you been freakin', just watched you party all weekend |
| Just touched down into the ends and dive straight in the deep end |
| You can tell me how you been feelin', but it’s ice on me, I’m freezin' |
| And it’s loud, packin' my weed, man, got me high all four seasons |