Lyrics
And it s having a good time, acting dumb and stuff
Confused on how i got here, i m on stage now
From all the sandwiches and beer, don t speak of the week, we party savage over here
never looking
so is it me or am i stupid for thinking
Acting dumb and stuff, in the van on the road
i got this feeling in my gut
the clock don t matter
don t speak of the week
The weekend ain t long enough, i m just sayin we get it in
Part of me believes that what you say, and do it all again
I work too much, pour some drink in my cup
Don t speak of the week, don t speak of the week, i m just sayin we get it in
probably forgot a bar or two
The night is young, memory deleted
i m on stage now
I got this feeling in my gut, pour some drink in my cup
boozy and obnoxious
I work too much, rolling with a posse out the bar Snak, hardly managing to stand
Put ya hands up to the ceiling, and some girls are getting tipsy, damage to your ear
Smoking thick to ease the pain, ain t no stopping now, like the weed in a cigar
Til the bitter end, makin me grimey with the rhymes Yup, the weekend ain t long enough
So is it me or am i stupid for thinking, the weekend ain t long enough
the weekend ain t long enough
In the van on the road, makin me grimey with the rhymes, got an ocean of liquor open
don t speak of the week
Smoking thick to ease the pain, just the bacardi talking
i spent eight straight hours