(Matt Beaty, Matt Beaty)
(Did you make that?)
Can we wake up today and tomorrow together
Can we locate a way to face all of this weather
Can I say it's a shame you make all of this better
Can I say
What a shame
Or can you come through on the weekend?
I know we been drinkin
But baby whatchu thinkin
Makin love, no meanin
And we don't need a reason
Aye and it's that summer season
Smokin till we dreamin
Build suspense like Urkel
Take it slow like turtles
Tripping over hurdles
Stuck like Mac in circles
Let you run my world
Aye let you run my
And I just wanna see bro make bail, I don't wanna see him rich off the crime life
We been caught in the green and the views and the streams and the things that are ruining our mind
Homegirl gonna crush up a new line
Get that shit off my debit card
I'm God sent with a heaven heart
Lord knows imma make it far
I swear I need it like I'm SZA, Love Galore
Tryna find a woman to adore
I jus want a family, hope core
I can't get a past encore
I don't want the past no more
Aye and I don't chase the past no more
But can you come through on the weekend?
I know we been drinkin
But baby whatchu thinkin
Makin love, no meanin
And we don't need a reason
And it's that summer season
Smokin till we dreamin
Build suspense like Urkel
Take it slow like turtles
Tripping over hurdles
Stuck like Mac in circles
Let you run my world
Let you run my
And I just needa find a point
In all of this commotion
She gon make some noise
Then jump back in the ocean
Go ahead spark the joint
Regretting my emotion
Yellin what's the point
(What's the f*ckin point?)
So you can't come through on the weekend.
Although I been drinkin
Now I'm finally thinkin
Makin love got meanin
And we should find a reason
Aye and it's that summer season
Wakin up an feinin
Build suspense then fall off
Please don't take your top off
Imma kick my old wrongs
Problems still feel unsolved
Where the f*ck I go wrong
Where the f*ck I go wrong
So imma trust my God to lead me the, the way He wants
And imma trust my God to lead me from the back to front
And imma trust my God
I gotta trust my God
And imma trust my God to lead me from the back to front
And imma trust my God to lead me the, the way He wants
And imma trust my God
I gotta trust my God.
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(Matt Beaty, Matt Beaty)
(Did you make that?)
Can we wake up today and tomorrow together
Can we locate a way to face all of this weather
Can I say it's a shame you make all of this better
Can I say
What a shame
Or can you come through on the weekend?
I know we been drinkin
But baby whatchu thinkin
Makin love, no meanin
And we don't need a reason
Aye and it's that summer season
Smokin till we dreamin
Build suspense like Urkel
Take it slow like turtles
Tripping over hurdles
Stuck like Mac in circles
Let you run my world
Aye let you run my
And I just wanna see bro make bail, I don't wanna see him rich off the crime life
We been caught in the green and the views and the streams and the things that are ruining our mind
Homegirl gonna crush up a new line
Get that shit off my debit card
I'm God sent with a heaven heart
Lord knows imma make it far
I swear I need it like I'm SZA, Love Galore
Tryna find a woman to adore
I jus want a family, hope core
I can't get a past encore
I don't want the past no more
Aye and I don't chase the past no more
But can you come through on the weekend?
I know we been drinkin
But baby whatchu thinkin
Makin love, no meanin
And we don't need a reason
And it's that summer season
Smokin till we dreamin
Build suspense like Urkel
Take it slow like turtles
Tripping over hurdles
Stuck like Mac in circles
Let you run my world
Let you run my
And I just needa find a point
In all of this commotion
She gon make some noise
Then jump back in the ocean
Go ahead spark the joint
Regretting my emotion
Yellin what's the point
(What's the f*ckin point?)
So you can't come through on the weekend.
Although I been drinkin
Now I'm finally thinkin
Makin love got meanin
And we should find a reason
Aye and it's that summer season
Wakin up an feinin
Build suspense then fall off
Please don't take your top off
Imma kick my old wrongs
Problems still feel unsolved
Where the f*ck I go wrong
Where the f*ck I go wrong
So imma trust my God to lead me the, the way He wants
And imma trust my God to lead me from the back to front
And imma trust my God
I gotta trust my God
And imma trust my God to lead me from the back to front
And imma trust my God to lead me the, the way He wants
And imma trust my God
I gotta trust my God.
(Did you make that?)
Can we wake up today and tomorrow together
Can we locate a way to face all of this weather
Can I say it's a shame you make all of this better
Can I say
What a shame
Or can you come through on the weekend?
I know we been drinkin
But baby whatchu thinkin
Makin love, no meanin
And we don't need a reason
Aye and it's that summer season
Smokin till we dreamin
Build suspense like Urkel
Take it slow like turtles
Tripping over hurdles
Stuck like Mac in circles
Let you run my world
Aye let you run my
And I just wanna see bro make bail, I don't wanna see him rich off the crime life
We been caught in the green and the views and the streams and the things that are ruining our mind
Homegirl gonna crush up a new line
Get that shit off my debit card
I'm God sent with a heaven heart
Lord knows imma make it far
I swear I need it like I'm SZA, Love Galore
Tryna find a woman to adore
I jus want a family, hope core
I can't get a past encore
I don't want the past no more
Aye and I don't chase the past no more
But can you come through on the weekend?
I know we been drinkin
But baby whatchu thinkin
Makin love, no meanin
And we don't need a reason
And it's that summer season
Smokin till we dreamin
Build suspense like Urkel
Take it slow like turtles
Tripping over hurdles
Stuck like Mac in circles
Let you run my world
Let you run my
And I just needa find a point
In all of this commotion
She gon make some noise
Then jump back in the ocean
Go ahead spark the joint
Regretting my emotion
Yellin what's the point
(What's the f*ckin point?)
So you can't come through on the weekend.
Although I been drinkin
Now I'm finally thinkin
Makin love got meanin
And we should find a reason
Aye and it's that summer season
Wakin up an feinin
Build suspense then fall off
Please don't take your top off
Imma kick my old wrongs
Problems still feel unsolved
Where the f*ck I go wrong
Where the f*ck I go wrong
So imma trust my God to lead me the, the way He wants
And imma trust my God to lead me from the back to front
And imma trust my God
I gotta trust my God
And imma trust my God to lead me from the back to front
And imma trust my God to lead me the, the way He wants
And imma trust my God
I gotta trust my God.
Writer: Matthew Beaty
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