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Here Comes The Weekend

 

Here Comes The Weekend

(album: The Truth About Love - 2012)


Here comes, comes the weekend
Hear it calling like a siren oh oh
We don't want no problems
We don't like them, keep it moving

Here comes the weekend
Set off your sirens oh oh
Here comes the weekend
Set off your sirens oh oh

I just wanna play, big city, holiday
So get out of my way
If you know what's better for you
I'm tearing up the night
Lipstick and leather tight
Not looking for a fight no oh oh

High heels and cherry wine
Not wasting any time
We're ticking like a bomb
About to blow oh oh

Here comes, comes the weekend
Hear it calling like a siren oh oh
We don't look for trouble,
Just enough to seeing double

Here comes the weekend
Set off your sirens oh oh
Here comes the weekend
Set off your sirens oh oh

Drink some pink champagne
I don't know you yet
But we'll forget so
Fuck what they say
Let the rum flow until it rains oh oh
I'm tearing up the night
Lipstick and leather tight
Not looking for a fight no oh oh

High heels and cherry wine
Not wasting any time
We're ticking like a bomb
About to blow oh oh

Here comes, comes the weekend
Hear it calling like a siren eh oh eh oh
We don't look for trouble,
Just enough to seeing double

Here comes the weekend
Set off your sirens oh oh
Here comes the weekend
Set off your sirens oh oh

Nothing high class in my glass
Only bottles of pop
My bottles are popped so when I pop up in the spot
I'm probably not gonna be wanting to pop bubbly or Ciroc
I'm not Puffy but I'ma run this city tonight
When I hit it, I might act like a fricking idiot
Diddy mixed with a medieval knight, big city lights
Little indignity, hot diggity
This Biggie is getting me hype
I don't get some liquor, I'll hurt you
I'll knock a dick in the dirt, bickering worse
Than that bitch in that Snickers commercial
A mixture of Stiffler and Urkel
Hanging from the light fixture
I hope you pricks are insured for this building
'Cause we're tearing it down, security get out
The fricking way, Jesus Chrysler LeBaron it's loud
I swear the only thing I hear is the sound
Of sirens going eeeeeh cause...

Here comes the weekend
Set off your sirens oh oh
Here comes the weekend
Set off your sirens oh oh

Oh oh

Here comes the weekend
Set off your sirens
Here comes the weekend
Set off your sirens oh oh

done

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