Weekend

I'm a rockstar on the weekend

I'm in the party, I'm geeking

No Russ when I'm leaning, VIP section is where I be in

I gotta chill out, 'cause I can feel all the demons

I'm hot and I'm cold, I can feel all of the seasons

Flights across the country, I'm seeing all of the regions

Life is so amazing, I wanna be here forever

My type is a girl that's a gun, same as Berettas

She Italian but she a dark skin, I think she want me forever

She know I'm finna blow up, so why she applying that pressure?

She know I'm finna roll up, so she want smoke this pressure

I gotta give time for God and all them studio sessions

All this money I'm making, I can have bare possessions

But why would I need that shit, when I can't even take it to heaven?

Why would I need that shit, when I can be gone in seconds?