[Intro: Fabian]
Eh, this is a change up if you will
So, enjoy
[Verse 1: Fabian]
The kick coming in and you lose your damn mind
Not a bad way to relax or a bad way to unwind
It's almost like your mind just wants to go, off and unwind
Spend another dollar, flip another dirty dime
All the time we thinking about the future and what it possibly holds
Not stopping to think about my burning pizza rolls
Wait are you serious? (NOT MY fu*kING PIZZA ROLLS)
Too late, we threw ‘em out they were getting old
But not as old as the lyrics that we spittin' like fire
But the fire's turned down because the situation's dire
When I say dire I'm a liar a liar engulfed in fire
The fire that rises higher than Khalifa on a Pyre
But Khalifa isn't me, he can't know how we do
Because the weekend isn't about anything other than bein' you
What's the difference between me and you, me and you?
Trust me, the only difference is that we know each other's shoe
Size, we step together when partying on Saturday night
Throw a 12-pack of soda back and we doin' alright
And that's only a single day of the weekend in its whole
Which is the only day I like, the rest like a hole
Of despair, feel the air it's chilly like beer
Because I got homework and sh** when Sunday gets here
Honestly my weekends are meh
But allow my man to tell how his weekends are bettah
[Verse 2: Silvan]
R-E-L-A-X-E-D
Sí, that's what I'll be
Today: let's see
Laying back with a snuggly blanket on my lap
How about some tea?
Watching a movie that hits me emotionally
Yeah I just got that ca-ca caring personality
But today I won't let it affect me (nah)
Yes we all know
It's that time of the week
The weekend where you fix ‘em loose ends
So loosen it up and descend cause
We've all been here and there
But today I'm there and here
Not worrying if I missed the steer
Cause the weekend is finally here (f** yeah)
Kickin' it with a shirley temple on the pier
Or chillen' with my homies (yo), right here
Within the comfort of my home
The weekend is comfortable, I won't mown
The usual mown
School, homework, socially awkward
Just kidding that that won't drive me frown-word
That has some purpose to it; year 9, endure it
Cause I know it's Friday:
Clown day, no down day, tomorrow is Saturday
Today I'll hang out with someone
Tomorrow me and Fabian will pursue the
Usual fun
TV light, pizza, oven light (Is the timer on right?)
As we blast 'em raps to the stereo
It's really hysterical, when the noise sends the neighbors to burial (f** you you little f**ing prick)
Su-Su Sunday's the next day
Sleep in until eight minutes after twelve
And you're hoping and praying for more relaxaion, like come on (like come on)
Till next weekend
You're just that one weakened kid
The one who raps confident
But may occasionally act a little timid
That's not me a I just appear to be it
But I feel the bliss breeze in the air
Without despair, I brace to be placed under that state of care
Like yea man I'm there and here not here and there