Crying on the Weekend

[Chorus]

I caught you crying on the weekend baby

I won't bring you flowers in the pouring rain

I caught you crying on the weekend baby

Me and you just ain’t the same, me and you just, me and you just

[Verse 1]

Well this one's for my people

Who stepped in looking like they broke the casino

Man are in Valentino, Moschino, sipping that pinot grigio

Versace like I'm B.I.G

Straight to the doorman i’m V.I.P

Bouncers don't wanna see ID

Your wifey, she wanna be beside me

I don't blame her, I'm a raver, fresh trainer

Fuck your type on paper, after party saviour

Pop thе champagne off

[Pre-Chorus 1]

So if I like your girl you bettеr look after your misses

I reply to her text but I don't send kisses

Ex-man wanna know who this is

[Chorus]

I caught you crying on the weekend baby

I won't bring you flowers in the pouring rain

I caught you crying on the weekend baby

Me and you just ain't the same, me and you just, me and you just

Crying weekend, on the week-weekend

Crying weekend, on the week-weekend

Crying weekend, on the week-weekend

I won't bring you flowers in the pouring rain

[Verse 2]

Some man just don’t like me

Bouncers never check ID

So I step into the club like it’s mine

Same old number 0-7-9

Same Air Max 95's

Fifteen years same boys by my side

Your girl wanna call my line, but I’m declining that

She wanna whatsapp, but I ain't typing back

Can you blame me?

We get wavy, on the daily

Singing old school Jay-Z, back the JD

After party's crazy

[Pre-Chorus 2]

So if I like your girl you better look after your misses

I reply to her text but I don't send kisses

Ex-boy wanna know who this is

Like you don’t know who this is

[Chorus]

I caught you crying on the weekend baby

I won't bring you flowers in the pouring rain

I caught you crying on the weekend baby

Me and you just ain't the same, me and you just, me and you just

Crying weekend, on the week-weekend

Crying weekend, on the week-weekend

Crying weekend, on the week-weekend

I won't bring you flowers in the pouring rain

[Bridge]

This man here don't pour half measures

Here come the hot steppers

Came in in designer sweaters, the finest leathers

Looking like Conor McGregor

Watches bigger than Floyd Mayweather's, whatever we're the trend setters

Had a late night now your girlfriends fed up

What you doing brother? Go get her

Two shots of Patrón and a pint, and a Stella

Singing away to our guilty pleasure, we're all together

I like your girl so look after her fella now

I ain't never been that, us man here ain't ever been flash

Us man on a old school vibes

TT megaman, beg a man...

[Chorus]

I caught you crying on the weekend baby

I won't bring you flowers in the pouring rain

I caught you crying on the weekend baby

Me and you just ain't the same, me and you just, me and you just

Crying weekend, on the week-weekend

Crying weekend, on the week-weekend

I won't bring you flowers in the pouring rain