Lyrics:
We get drunk and clean the kitchen
One by one down the hatch
We get drunk and wash the dishes
You're so fun
So what's the catch
Something about
to break
Your true love for the week-end baby
I've become surrounded by these thoughts when I'm with you,
And I'm stuck to these moments but can I come
around and I fell
Be my bad boy, be my man
Be my week-end lover
But don't be my friend
You can be my bad boy
But understand
That I don't need you in my
(That meant you against me) and me against you
(They would jam every weekend at the neighborhood center)
And charge a small price for the crowds to enter
why this is something for the radio
This rhyme is dedicated to the radio DJ's
That play all the hits on seven days
And even on the weekends
You see the stars
You see the lights
You see them shining all bright
Let's get away
And don't fight
Cause it's rockstar weekend
We party all night
playing
On my melodies
And I'll be on my phone
Selling methodist
Ayeh this nigga trynna
Get me pay for interview
I get paid by the weekend
Never go stave
So, this is the sound of forty hearts pounding along
To music that's blasting through the room
So, let's put on a show in our weekend's best
I was seventeen, just getting started
Every weekend was a non-stop party
Chasing girls and cruising town
It was nightclubs all through my 20's
You ain't gotta solve the problem by yourself
Talkin bout you putting pride up on the shelf
Pretty little perfect rider by myself when I
Walk up out
hittin' donuts in that bitch 'til I'm dizzy
But I still ride
Hit the corner like I did a drive-by
I know, it was like 2
And you still walkin' around in
refused to give her name
And a ring of violet bruises
They were pinned upon her arm.
Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand
bottled up inside 100 proof
Another weekend spent alone time passing by
Too drunk to pick up the receiver
Feeble attempts to help me go ignored
Don't
earned money
In the offering plate each Sunday by his own choice
There's a lot of man in that little boy
Weekdays he tries to sleep late
Weekends
her headphones on
She's still not used to her daddy being gone
She gets to see him every three months for the weekend
Just people in planes
are caused by the aches in her body
She sends SMS undressed to let me know she ain't forgot me
She wants to dance all night
She wants to drink all
Clock is ticking
Time for the weekend
Work is coming to an end
I got my eyes wide open
Savoring the moment
Trying to breathe it all in
If I
Chugging along on a busy street
Not coming last
But never winning the race
Another 10-hour shift
Another 20-story building with no lift
A weekend of cheap
I’ll feel as good as new
But I’ve been working on my baggy eyes watching the tube
As the years go by
7 more days with the tv on
Not much to know but
气氛萦绕我指尖
It Spend my whole weekend
You dont know my condition
这气氛保持沸点
摇晃着手里那杯触及新的味觉
我此刻早已置身陷入新的迹点
Come follow me step by step
Let’s just dancing in
Wait don't you know you love me
Won't you come and look me in the eye and tell me it's true
Stay only for the weekend
Maybe we can pretend that our
deep in
Deeper in your love
But it depends
A lifetime or a weekend
Love me now or later
Either way I'm on my way
What you say
Didn't hear ya
Be careful
a drink and come dance with me There's no end to this party
It's the weekend of our lives and we're living it up every night
And one by one we all fall down
to the West
Down Southside by the 'jects
Tell me what a time, what a wreck
Never let it down, never let
Always thought T was a rex
Never thought T was
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