Lyrics:
Bump your head on a bed
Bad moods in the morning
Blank stare, unaware
That your job is boring
Can't save the world by saving
On your credit
ogarniętym typem czasem odklejonym
W weekend nowy idol zarabiamy hajs nawet na graniu w fife
Nie narzekam nawet jak mnie z całej siły tyra życie
Lekarz wydał
Is faith in your god so easy
Wait you brush by a lot so breezy
Hate in a word is treason
Hey so I heard your reason
You paint yourself in a moral
the Cardiff Arms Park
Went back to her flat in Riverside
I never never knew where to start so I never tried
If she was tempted by my body she managed to resist
only joking, this karaoke malaise
Miming on the dance floor, like it's the good old days
Hey look, is that blondtron? I think this place haunted
By
(Money, money
(Money, money)
(Money)
I gotta let my money fly
Where we gonna go tonight?
By the time the weekend comes
I'm dying just to feel
glass, have a drink or two
Yeah, that's just what we're supposed to do 'cause
We're the heartbreak regulars
Heartbreak regulars
Mmm
By definition,
We got the letter in the mail last weekend
I guess now it’s official that you're leaving
I’ve never been so proud of you, I mean it
But it’s tearing
ludziach których naprawdę nie byłem pewien
To do ludzi co bez skrupułów kradli mój czas
W końcu dorosłem by w paru kwestiach powiedzieć „pas"
Nie mam ochoty
Wiesz przedłuż sobię weekend
Tańczę nim zasnę chcę tańczyć zawsze
Cały świat to mój parkiet
Nie przejmuj się czasem te światła są jasne
Świecą na
prześladowczynie wszystkie
Dokładam polan wiem że niesiesz iskrę
Jej życie to się napierdolić w weekend
A jego wpaść do chłopców gdzieś na fifę
Jej poznać typa co
fast jedes Weekend
Ich merkte schnell, das' ein Grund, warum der Haussegen schief hängt
Vertraust mir nicht, suchst nach blonden Haaren auf meinem
the dark and the fluorescent
I'd spent all of the dimes that I'd saved up for the weekend
But now it's Friday and I'm alone, where's my cellphone, where's
cousin caught a next shot
Out in yard, tryna line up a headshot
Flew back home tryna get it by the headlock
I was getting boxes, banging it in Z shots
Man down
Baby wanna take my life
She don't wanna be no side
She just wanna be my
It was all good on a weekend
She was servin' the pre drinks
She
You gotta hail to the weekend
So back to the bar
And my vision gets blurry
But my dance moves are sick
This is why the girls are crazy
For my sexy
Mouboulouté, mouboulouté
R.A.S, 243
J'rentre cagoulé partout, t'es choqué
Tous les week-end, j'suis en showcase
Tu t'rappelles l'époque où
is different, by just enough
Eight AM on a weekend, with the reason of wake up
So call when you get signal
Don't make me hold the line
'Cause I
running with a blindfold
And I could be wrong but I don't know, I don't know!
Headed for the deep end, Thursday we fight and forget it by the weekend
Fast
Yeah where I'm from, they shooting out all weekend
It's Uptown nigga, lay your ass down nigga
Across the 'Stead, shooting them canons and spit crazy
never leave ya
And yo I dived in and now I'm swimming in the deep end
And iv been gone since the weekend
So how's your week been without me how you
An empty seat at t-ball games
Just a sacrifice he'll make
Make it up, next weekend comes along
Years go by and that day comes too soon
That boy goes off
She came to town in a rusty old Valiant held together by a prayer
Loaded down with all her old dreams, old maps of how she got there
She probably
to an intimidating proportion
And I'm not done yet, nah watch this space
By the time I'm finished, the whole damn world will know this fucking face
The lives they
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