Andrew Wintertime - Weekends

I used to hate the people going out on weekends
Now my throat burns by the time the week ends
I used to hate wasting days through a sleep in
Now every day I find my body wants to sleep in
Words spill easy when I'm swimming in depressive moods
Even when it's sunny from the morning to the afternoon
This is just a me-thing, I don't wanna be king
Black and yellow culture like I'm sippin on a bee sting
Talking all about how I ain't even twenty yet
Meeting up with Satan said he'll buy me out for twenty cents
Every week considering booking up a therapist and
Spew my thoughts and my doubts expel it from my system
They just need to listen, maybe get it twisted
I was waiting by the bus stop standing reminiscing
When I wanted a light back when I was Christian
Now I see that I'm the only one to get me risking
Pinning all my words I like to call it 'Wilson Fisking'
I've been living under thoughts dropping like a piston
Do it all alone your eyes and ears tend to miss it
I will do it all alone I don't need assistance

Penciling on paper I was born to be a maker
And I wish they came to life to make my world a little safer
Most my early years spent shedding couple of 'em tears
Cus I knew I had to fight to have to overtake my fellow peers
Missing eyes and spitting fears I was dressing as a seer
Every conversation made my road a little crystal clear
Every lunch I brought to school, the kids would ask a lot of questions
My mum would try to cater to their out of touch confessions
It took a couple years, I hadn't sat with all my lessons
To recognize the beauty that she spent her time preparing
Her memories syncing with her own a flight away
And to see them once again was just a salary away
She tell me she miss 'em my dad is set on his mission
To be a golden role model skipping over division
I'm listening to his words, life is short but eventful
Just go for what you want and try your best to living careful

If I ever lose ya
I think you know
I think you
Know that I'd be spending all my time on some bad days
Bad minutes, bad seconds
And the time will run away and put me back in last place
My words can never meet but I say I'm doing okay
Talking bout the world and everything I want
And when I talk about the world that's everything I want

Ooooo, tell me now (tell me now)
I don't need the thing in my chest
Ooooo, tell me how (tell me how)
What I gotta do
To find my way to you
Ooooo, tell me now (tell me now)
I don't need the thing in my chest
Ooooo, tell me how (tell me how)
What I gotta do
To find my way to you

Oh, let me tell you bout the people living in my

Oh, let me tell you bout the people living in my mind
And I know you never think about me I hope you're living alright
Oh, let me tell you bout the people living in my mind
And I know you never think about me I hope you're living alright

Written by:
Andy Lee

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