The Weekend Ringtones

I met a man when I was out And his eyes was a different shade of brown I liked his vibes, I took his number before I left All night long he was on my mind So I sent him a text that said "Call me" "I was thinkin' we should spend some time, babe" But don't, don't play no game with me, honey 'Cause I'm workin' all week, Monday to Friday Let's stay in the weekend I can't buy you bags, girl, you are the bag They should hang you up, you're an artefact You're my sweeter love, that's a heart attack You gon' make me turn that thing into a water tap, drip-drip London boy, I'm on my Slick Rick I like my chick fit, gyally wonder if I got a Baby, save it for the group chat, still take the roof back Broke niggas, girl, you just rebut that Girl, I'm hopin' we can stay friends Tryna see a bigger picture through the same lens "What? You know RAYE, yeah?" "Yeah, man, we're from the same ends" Pretty women gettin' money, yeah, it make sense Aight, I ain't always there, but I'm always on time This little light of mine, girl, you got a shine I ain't tryna queue, there's a really long line Make me fast track through to your mind Aight, check it, yeah "Call me" "I was thinkin' we should spend some time, babe" But don't, don't play no game with me, honey 'Cause I'm workin' all week, Monday to Friday Let's stay in the weekend Yo, is Monday alright? (No, Monday I can't) Aight, Tuesday I'll slide (No, Tuesday is hard for me) What? Is Wednesday cool? (Wednesday I work late) I was thinkin' about it How about a Thursday, ayy? (Hm, Thursday is tight) Is Friday a vibe? (Aight, Friday we live) On the weekend we will be just fine When I am thinkin' 'bout the time (Yo, ah) You will be all mine Baby, talk yo shit 'cause you are the shit Post some fire pics, you're an arsonist Niggas try a ting but they don't know the half of it These clown ass niggas make you laugh a bit The way I beat that pussy up it's like you started it You got that cloud nine, it's like I charted it You mashin' up my heart a bit, girl, I don't want no part of it You should sell a bad bitch starter kit, kit You should teach these hoes (Teach these hoes) Teach these hoes a thing or two You gon' make a real nigga put a ring on you Girl, I throw it down when I put that thing on you Baby, on the weekend I bring some dinner fruit Monday to Friday I know it gets peak True say, I do run the city like Saadiq I'ma come through at the end of the week Turn a really good girl into a freak, Big Mike Yo, is Monday alright? (No, Monday I can't) Aight, Tuesday I'll slide (No, Tuesday is hard for me) What? Is Wednesday cool? (Wednesday I work late) I was thinkin' 'bout it How about a Thursday, ayy? (Hm, Thursday is tight) Is Friday a vibe? (Aight, Friday we live) On the weekend we will be just fine When I am thinkin' 'bout the time You will be all mine "Call me" (Call me, baby) "I was thinkin' we should spend some time, babe" But don't, don't play no game with me, honey 'Cause I'm workin' all week, Monday to Friday Let's stay in the weekend (London)

Though I seem cool, calm and collected Making my way to Hipster with Glasses Was a little more than just nerve wrackin' Kinda just counted on her to turn me into goo Praise whatever it ended with a smile 'Cause for a bit, a tad, a little while I expected you two to save the day with sly remarks Like, "he's so cute" and "whatever you want's" Though the white jacket didn't fit The friends I came with did perfectly Snugged right to my body Like sad movies and late night drinks Could've guessed by the end of the hour There was more than just a little smile on my face Covered in custard and cookies and cream, pissed off, I had to leave But all has to end You got a smile that could light this town, and we might need it 'Cause it gets dark around here, real dark around here Most of my old friends, I can only stand for the weekend But that doesn't apply here, doesn't apply here The day started with a bloody drip And a taste on my lips that was a lot less than desired Awkward moments to the side Not all expiring fast A tank top that didn't cover a thing And a zipped down hoodie, zipped to the bottom Had us laughing every time No matter how many chest hairs there were in sight You got a smile that could light this town and we might need it 'Cause it gets dark around here, real dark around here Most of my old friends I can only stand for the weekend But that doesn't apply here, doesn't apply here