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(Verse 1: Childish Gambino)

It's the weekend, and I'm outta my mind Yeah, it's the weekend, and I'm outta my mind Yeah, I was sleepin', but I ran out of time Yeah, I was sleepin', but I ran out of time I got my haircut, and I'm ready to go I got my haircut, and I'm ready to go I had a good thing, but I don't care anymore I had a good thing, but I don't care anymore, no

(Chorus: Childish Gambino)

And they used to call me 'a runaway', oh, yeah, yeah (Hey, hey, hey) 'Cause I know the drill every night and day Runnin' around And we always know what they're gonna say, oh, yeah, yeah (Hey, hey, hey) Never seems to be any other way Runnin' around

(Verse 2: Fousheé)

Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Runnin' out of ammunition Don't need to fire at my opps, they dig their own ditchеs I put 3.50 in my tank and I drive to your bitches Can't take a brеath, this life is dank, it smell like old fish sticks Such a shame, innit? Smile through the pain It's a fresh silk press in the rain Gotta let those nuts hang Whatever God threw up, I bang I don't give a fuck 'bout a bleach blonde bad built butch body having ass thing I barely got through Friday, it's the motherfucking weekend

(Chorus: Childish Gambino)

And they used to call me "a runaway" (And they used to call me "a runaway") 'Cause I know the drill every night and day We're runnin' around (Night and day) And we always know what they're gonna say, oh, yeah, yeah (What they're gonna say) Never seems to be any other way Runnin' around And they used to call me "a runaway" 'Cause I know the drill every night and day We're runnin' around And we always know what they're gonna say Never seems to be any other way

(Outro: Childish Gambino, Jessica Allain)

Oh my God What? They don't have a bidet Are you fucking serious?