Delite - The Weekend
DamnI just lost my job
But right before I left
I told them all to fuck off
I've had a shitty week
My tempers on the brink
I'll tell you what I need
Is just a bunch of whiskey drinks
So when I got home
I'm looking for a bottle
But I came across a note
That was bigger than a novel
I'll tell you what it said
My girlfriend just left
Basicly she's done
And fuckin sick of my shit
Damn fuck shit
I really really loved you
Nah sike
I just wanted to fuck you
So back to the bottle
When I found out
That she took it
This is why it never worked
She's always on some petty shit
Fuckin bitch took up all my shit
Even took the food out
The goddamn fridge
Now I got nothing to eat or drink So I called my homie Doug
Cuz it's time to get drunk
It's the weekend
It's time for me to drink
Cuz I've been going through
A really fucked up week
It's the weekend
It's time for me to drink
Cuz I've been going through
A really fucked up week
Poppin bottles with models
Is all I really need
Drowning all of my sorrows
With every single drink
It's the weekend
And I dont give a fuck
The only thing I care about is Getting fuckin drunk
One shot
Not enough
Two shots
Not enough
Three shots
Not enough
Four shots
Not enough
Five shots
Now I'm drunk
Looking for a girl to fuck
Everytime I got a buzz
I be tryin to bust a nut
Damn baby you got a fat ass
Why you always playing games
And never call me back
I be hurting for that pussy
Like really, really bad
You should give me just a chance At blowing out your back
But you don't
Saying that you down
Just to fool around
But you ain't ever around
Cuz' every time I hit you up
With a what up text
All you do is leave me on read
But tonight I got a
DAMN
She's really really bout it
She said if I leave now
I can go and pound her
So I'm like... DOUG
I really got to go
I'm calling up a uber cuz' it's time
To go and do her
It's the weekend
It's time for me to drink
Cuz' I've been going through
A really fucked up week
It's the weekend
It's time for me to drink
Cuz' I've been going through
A really fucked up week
Poppin bottles with models
Is all I really need
Drowning all of my sorrows
With every single drink
It's the weekend
And I dont give a fuck
The only thing I care about is Getting fuckin drunk
Knock knock on her door
Opened up, let me in
Then we started kissing and
Went straight to fondling
Now we taking shots again
I stumble mumble wobblin
Running to the bathroom cuz I'm about to be vomiting
Yak... ugh
I'm really really sorry baby
Yak... ugh
Maybe try tomorrow baby
Yak... ugh
I know you wanted to fuck
But tonight
I just really needed to get drunk
It's the weekend
It's time for me to drink
Cuz' I've been going through
A really fucked up week
It's the weekend
It's time for me to drink
Cuz I've been going through
A really fucked up week
It's the weekend
Written by:
Randy Lynch
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