weekend mistakes

I'll be gone in the morning
You know everything I'm pourin'
I'm aware that's its bad for me but
I can't escape how I'm feeling
I'll be gone in the evening
Mistakes were made last weekend
Family on my mind when I was tweakin'
Get high solve my problems when I'm dealing
I don't know I don't know I don't really know
Got a plant in the garden and it still won't grow
I've been workin' on myself but it still won't show
Everything we went through what was it for
Maybe you can change my mind
But I ain't really got the time
In my head wishing you were mine
She runaway every time she feels fine
And that's not a lot
Take perky baby it'll make your panties drop
Now she at the club with her titties out
Thinking to herself she want a new life but don't know how
Get drunk every single fucking weekend
So we can forget the way we feeling
I'm lost in space no ceiling
Stocking my prey I'm just creeping
Two toe steppin' in my Gucci
Everybody looking who's he
This pain it will end I'm surely
Derealization is lurking
Call my sister up need therapy
She said do what's really best for me
Last girl was my relief therapy
I blink she gone nobody next to me
I'll be gone in the morning
You know everything I'm pourin'
I'm aware thats its bad for me but
I can't escape how I'm feeling
I'll be gone in the evening
Mistakes were made last weekend
Family on my mind when I was tweakin'
Get high solve my problems when I'm dealin'
I don't know I don't know I don't really know
Got a plant in the garden and it still won't grow
I've been workin' on myself but it still won't show
Everything we went through what was it for
Maybe you can change my mind
But I ain't really got the time
In my head wishing you were mine
She runaway every time she feels fine
Aye, aye mona lisa
Aye, aye she my diva
Percocet fever
Like I need ya
Butcha need me
Way more than I need you oh lord
Everything about your beauty it speaks to me
Talking to my past I said RIP
I'm high in the mountains with that new Celine
Bottled emotions it's capped off
These drugs really make me numba
Bad little thing I got her number
Only took two days I don't really want her
Yeah, yeah
But I want you
Bad little thing from the East Coast whew
Her eyes sparkle like a motherfuckin chandelier
When she's not with me I don't care
I don't care about myself
I gotta tell you
I'll be gone in the morning
You know everything I'm pourin'
I'm aware thats its bad for me but
I can't escape how I'm feeling
I'll be gone in the evening
Mistakes were made last weekend
Family on my mind when I was tweakin'
Get high solve my problems when I'm dealing
I don't know I don't know I don't really know
Got a plant in the garden and it still won't grow
I've been workin' on myself but it still won't show
Everything we went through what was it for
Maybe you can change my mind
But I ain't really got the time
In my head wishing you were mine
She runaway every time she feels fine