Crying on the Weekend - Everyone You Know

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

Well this one’s for my people

Who stepped in looking like they broke the casino

When I’m in Valentino, machino, 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 wife she wanna be beside me

I don’t blame her

I’m a raver

Fresh trainer

Fuck your tap

On paper

After party save ya

Pop th champagne off

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

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

Ex man wanna know who this is

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

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 to JD

After party is crazy

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

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

This man here don’t pull 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 and your girlfriends fed up

We their brother go get her

Two shots, a Patrón, and a pint and a Stellar

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 now?

?man earring never been flash

?man wanna old school rhymes

Tt megaman?

Bigger man?

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