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Crying on the Weekend
Everyone You Know
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I caught you crying on the weekend, baby
I won't bring you flowers in the pouring rain
I caught you crying on the weekend, baby
Me and you just ain't the same, me and you just, me and you just
Well, this one's for my people
Who stepped in looking like they broke the casino
Man are in Valentino, Moschino, sipping that pinot grigio
Versace like I'm B.I.G
Straight to the doorman I'm V.I.P
Bouncers don't wanna see ID
Your wifey, she wanna be beside me
I don't blame her, I'm a raver, fresh trainer JJ
Fuck your type on paper, after party saviour
Pop thะต champagne off
So if I like your girl then you bettะตr look after your misses
I reply to her text but I don't send kisses
Ex-man wanna know who this is
I caught you crying on the weekend, baby
I won't bring you flowers in the pouring rain
I caught you crying on the weekend, baby
Me and you just ain't the same, me and you just, me and you just
Crying weekend, on the week-weekend
Crying weekend, on the week-weekend
Crying weekend, on the week-weekend
I won't bring you flowers in the pouring rain
Some man just don't like me
Bouncers never check ID
So I step into the club like it's mine
Same old number 0-7-9, same Air Max '95s
15 years same boys by my side
Your girl wanna call my line, but I'm declining that
She wanna WhatsApp, but I ain't typing back
Can you blame me? We get wavy, on the daily
Singing old school Jay-Z, back the JD
After party's crazy
So if I like your girl you bettะตr look after your misses
I reply to her text, but I don't send kisses
Ex-ban wanna know who this is, like you don't know who this is
I caught you crying on the weekend, baby
I won't bring you flowers in the pouring rain
I caught you crying on the weekend, baby
Me and you just ain't the same, me and you just, me and you just
Crying weekend, on the week-weekend
Crying weekend, on the week-weekend
Crying weekend, on the week-weekend
I won't bring you flowers in the pouring rain
This man here don't pour half measures, here come the hot steppers
Came in in designer sweaters, the finest leathers, looking like Conor McGregor
Watches bigger than Floyd Mayweather's, whatever we're the trend setters
Had a late night now your girlfriends fed up
What you doing brother? Go get her
Two shots of Patron and a pint, and a Stella
Singing away to our guilty pleasure, we're all together
I like your girl so look after her fella now
I ain't never been that, us man here ain't ever been flash
Us man on a old school vibes, TT megaman, beg a man
I caught you crying on the weekend, baby
I will bring you flowers in the pouring rain
I caught you crying on the weekend, baby
Me and you just ain't the same, me and you just, me and you just
Crying weekend, on the week-weekend
Crying weekend, on the week-weekend
Crying weekend, on the week-weekend
I won't bring you flowers in the pouring rain (rain, rain, rain)
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