| Yeah, yo
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| So is it me or am I stupid for thinking
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| The weekend ain’t long enough
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| (yeah)
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| Don’t speak of the week
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| Pour some drink in my cup
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| Because the last few days was tough
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| (let's go)
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| Cause my boys is rolling with me
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| And some girls are getting tipsy
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| Acting fun
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| Acting dumb and stuff
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| (ahahahaha)
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| I got one thing on my mind
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| And it’s having a good time
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| And I ain’t stopping till the sun comes up
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| (yeah)
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| I spent eight straight hours
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| In the van on the road
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| Just arrived in your city
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| And I’m ready to explode
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| Drinks start to flow
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| And the funny smoke blow
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| Hotel room party
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| Getting ready for the show
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| I got this feeling in my gut
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| It’s hard to describe
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| Feeling deprived from having good times
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| Tell me why
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| I work too much
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| FUCK
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| I feel like letting loose
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| Spiking the juice
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| The viking on beat
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| Likely produced the
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| Damage to your ear
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| We party savage over here
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| Hardly managing to stand
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| From all the sandwiches and beer
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| We just magically appear when them tops come off
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| Ain’t talking bottles naked models
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| Fucking tops knocked off
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| I’m just sayin' we get it in
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| If it’s a game we play to win
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| We staying till it’s over
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| Never sober, til' the bitter end
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| So if your feelin' like I’m feeling
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| Put ya' hands up to the ceiling
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| If you know you’re 'bout to get fucked up
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| (YUP)(YUP)
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| So is it me or am I stupid for thinking
|
| The weekend ain’t long enough
|
| (yeah)
|
| Don’t speak of the week
|
| Pour some drink in my cup
|
| Because the last few days was tough
|
| (come on)(come on)
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| Cause my boys is rolling with me
|
| And some girls are getting tipsy
|
| Acting fun
|
| Acting dumb and stuff
|
| (ahahahaha)
|
| I got one thing on my mind
|
| And it’s having a good time
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| And ain’t stopping till the sun comes up
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| (YUP)(YUP)
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| I’m on stage now
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| Confused on how I got here
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| Boozy and obnoxious
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| Having trouble tryin' to talk clear
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| Probably forgot a bar or two
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| Yada yada
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| Got an ocean of liquor open
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| Brewing in my bladder
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| The clock don’t matter
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| Never looking
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| For the time
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| The night is young
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| My buzz is prime
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| Makin' me grimey with the rhymes
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| Obviously saucey
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| Rolling with a posse out the bar
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| So bizarre, twisted up
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| Like the weed in a cigar
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| My, memory deleted
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| Never seated, got the party rockin
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| Part of me believes that what you say
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| Just the bacardi talking
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| Ain’t no stopping now
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| We flipping out
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| Without a doubt
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| The loudest mouth you ever heard
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| Fucking shouting every word
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| And we ain’t shutting up
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| Smoking thick to ease the pain
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| Pass out wake up somewhere drunk, and do it all again
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| So if your feelin' like I’m feeling
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| Put ya' hands up to the ceiling
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| If you know you’re 'bout to get fucked up
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| (YUP)(YUP)
|
| So is it me or am I stupid for thinking
|
| The weekend ain’t long enough
|
| (yeah)
|
| Don’t speak of the week
|
| Pour some drink in my cup
|
| Because the last few days was tough
|
| (come on)(come on)
|
| Cause my boys is rolling with me
|
| And some girls are getting tipsy
|
| Acting fun
|
| Acting dumb and stuff
|
| (ahahahaha)
|
| I got one thing on my mind
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| And it’s having a good time
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| And ain’t stopping till the sun comes up (YUP)(YUP)x3 |