The Weekend After by KIDCRYBABY Lyrics
[Intro]
Fuck it lets speak about the current situations bro
Valentines day just passed ion give a fuck anymore
[Verse]
Spent my holiday alone, now its the weekend after
Blowing all that good smoke, get higher then the pastors
Know that when my father died, he made me a fuckin' bastard
Just a ghosted soul always tripping' bout the past bruh
I'm so fuckin sick of love, the last couple were disasters
Oh, I wrote this one song bout how I get attached huh
Running out of time, and no I do not have her
Holding back my rage, breaking shit likе I'm Bruce Banner
I put pain up in her еyes, don't know how I handle
My heart fuckin' hurts, inspirations speak through candles
Tryna drown it out, put designer on my sandals
All of my mistakes, slam me down just like a anvil
Too much fucking pain, and not enough of these Advil's
Had to get my mind right, I know that life's a gamble
Friends I grew with now, addicts and the vandals
We've become so numb, we be waking up to bad news
I've been telling god, girl, id give everything to have you
I been praying a lot, and that's something I can't lose
Bleeding on these songs, covering up all of my bad wounds
No I ain't drizzy, but I be changing up these damn views
Look at all my love scars, that shit'll leave you confused
Its war inside my head, feel the pain in all my issues
Wish I woulda warned myself, but I was out in Cleveland
They been telling me, write something with more meaning
That shit is getting hard, when I'm use to people leaving
Fuck the fake friends, I can see who is deceiving
Hope is optimistic doubt, Its got my liver screaming
I don't wanna move on, but I'm running out of reasons
Praying that I get you, so we chase away our demons
Do you hear us lord, its another lonely weekend
Fuck it lets speak about the current situations bro
Valentines day just passed ion give a fuck anymore
[Verse]
Spent my holiday alone, now its the weekend after
Blowing all that good smoke, get higher then the pastors
Know that when my father died, he made me a fuckin' bastard
Just a ghosted soul always tripping' bout the past bruh
I'm so fuckin sick of love, the last couple were disasters
Oh, I wrote this one song bout how I get attached huh
Running out of time, and no I do not have her
Holding back my rage, breaking shit likе I'm Bruce Banner
I put pain up in her еyes, don't know how I handle
My heart fuckin' hurts, inspirations speak through candles
Tryna drown it out, put designer on my sandals
All of my mistakes, slam me down just like a anvil
Too much fucking pain, and not enough of these Advil's
Had to get my mind right, I know that life's a gamble
Friends I grew with now, addicts and the vandals
We've become so numb, we be waking up to bad news
I've been telling god, girl, id give everything to have you
I been praying a lot, and that's something I can't lose
Bleeding on these songs, covering up all of my bad wounds
No I ain't drizzy, but I be changing up these damn views
Look at all my love scars, that shit'll leave you confused
Its war inside my head, feel the pain in all my issues
Wish I woulda warned myself, but I was out in Cleveland
They been telling me, write something with more meaning
That shit is getting hard, when I'm use to people leaving
Fuck the fake friends, I can see who is deceiving
Hope is optimistic doubt, Its got my liver screaming
I don't wanna move on, but I'm running out of reasons
Praying that I get you, so we chase away our demons
Do you hear us lord, its another lonely weekend