The Qemists feat. Mike Patton - Lost Weekend текст песни

Ha ha
Ha ha

Give it up

woooohooooooooo

It's friday night and I'm alone,
There's something wrong when you're not at home

get it get it

Feels like I'm coming out alive
Sniff the numbers till your white

woooohooooooooo?

It's friday night and no one's home, home..
All in the city all alone, lone..

get it, get it

C'mon and cut it with a knife
Trap it up and take a ride, ride

woooohooooooooo

Pull out and crown (something here)...
Ain't you tired of snorting coke...
(something here)...
(something here)...

c'mon, filling up on meth...
c'mon, filling up on meth...

c'mon, keep coming on meth...
c'mon, filling up on meth...

come..

woooohooooooooo

I gotcha running(woooohooooooooo)
I treat you honey(woooohooooooooo)
I keep you up for days

I got your sugar
I freed your hunger
I keep you up for days

It's hard but now go on, go
one of the signs got my

I'm on the freeway trying to blow'em, blow'em
Don't penalize me (go, go)

Sorry, already muddafucking gone, gone
and all my friends are saying (don't, don't)

Don't wear (something) on your (something)
Look what your pals saying: whoa, whoa, whoa

come on

I gotcha running

come on
come on
come on

I treat you honey

come on,
come on,
come on,

I gotcha running

come on,
come on,

woooohooooooooo

I gotcha running(woooohooooooooo)
I treat you honey(woooohooooooooo)
I keep you up for days

I got your sugar...
I freed your hunger...
I keep you up for days...