| Tell my babies I ain’t leavin' |
| Tell my nigga I ain’t cheatin' |
| I don’t need a reason |
| Mama need the weekend |
| But it’s always, always, always something |
| Always something to do |
| Always empty when you |
| Always, always givin' something |
| It’s always something to lose |
| I just need a little bit of fresh air |
| Pull up, park (Park) |
| And just sit there |
| Might say, «Fuck it,» DND and disappear |
| Not tryna be sour |
| But twenty-four hours ain’t enough time to kill |
| Tell my babies I ain’t leavin' |
| Tell my nigga I ain’t cheatin' |
| I’ll be gone for the weekend |
| And I don’t need |
| But it’s always, always, always something |
| Always something to do |
| Always empty when you |
| Always, always givin' something |
| It’s always something to lose |
| Always something |
| Damn, it’s always, always, always something |
| Always something to do |
| Always empty when you |
| Always, always givin' something |
| It’s always something to lose |
| Always something |
| It’s always something |
| Damn, it’s always something |
| A little bit of self-care |
| 'Cause it’s always something |
| A little bit of fresh air |
| 'Cause it’s always something |
| A little bit of self-care |
| 'Cause it’s always something |
| A little bit of fresh air |
| Oh, always something |