I need you from Monday to Sunday
Weekends with my new bae, Beyoncé
1+1 is us, bae
The feng shui
I like when we f*ck up the runway
Walk me down and tell me to relax
Hooked on you, this might be the relapse
Tracing my love line like you need that
Tell me you got me, I believe that
Do I expect too much from you when I want love from you?
Is it a reach when I just wanna be in touch with you?
I know this shit uncomfortable
We going on a month or two
Of questioning our future
And if Imma get enough from you
I ain't really begging for too much
I want my time respected
You say that you love me
But you feel like all my time neglected
And you facing extra pressure
You say that you need a break
I been in that space before
I guess you gon seal our fate
I need you from Monday to Sunday
Weekends with my new bae, Beyoncé
1+1 is us, bae
The feng shui
I like when we f*ck up the runway
Walk me down and tell me to relax
Hooked on you, this might be the relapse
Tracing my love line like you need that
Tell me you got me, I believe that
I know that you busy as f*ck
Grinding til the energy up
The time changed, it ain't the same
You barely hitting me up
Wonder what'll happen
When the pressure from this rapping actually start catching up to me, baby
I'm adapting to you
You the best that I ever had and I done had me a few
You the one that got my all until I had nothing left
Then you leave with no regard and that shit hitting my chest, f*ck
I need you from Monday to Sunday
Weekends with my new bae, Beyoncé
1+1 is us, bae
The feng shui
I like when we f*ck up the runway
Walk me down and tell me to relax
Hooked on you, this might be the relapse
Tracing my love line like you need that
Tell me you got me, I believe that