And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud
Cause our weekends ain't the shit that the weeknd singin bout
Still the man with the pan
Well goddamn, now i be the man
We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between
And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream
I give bitches dick and leave
Thinkin of the the dreams
Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth
From the gutter to the roof
In a room full of goons, i'm such a fucking stand out
Cause our weekends ain't the shit that the weeknd singin bout
The game plan, the game plan
Big shit popping, i'm the man
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