Thursday night, the feeling's right here comes the weekend, here comes the night gotta stay awake, to stay up late they don't give a shit, they don't give a fuck when the music's high in their spaced out club when the alcohol rushes through their brains and they lose control with the drugs they take Friday night, the feeling's right this is the weekend, the second night gotta stay awake, to stay up late don't wanna see the sun cause it hurts their eyes sleep the day away, come out at night pick up strangers, gotta get laid before the night is over they forget their names Saturday night, the feeling's right when it comes to Sunday they're riding high gotta stay awake, to stay up late need another drink to socialize and a line of coke to feel real nice Monday morn' they're in a lousy state but they got three days to recuperate take me to oblivion make me forget i stumble and i fall, got my back to the wall i snug with the strangers flirting at the bar |
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