積分

演出藝人
P!nk
P!nk
聲樂
Eminem
Eminem
聲樂
E. Alcock
E. Alcock
吉他
Chin Injeti
Chin Injeti
貝斯
Danny Keyz
Danny Keyz
電子琴
DJ Khalil
DJ Khalil
電子琴
Liz Rodrigues
Liz Rodrigues
和聲
詞曲
E. Alcock
E. Alcock
詞曲創作
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
詞曲創作
P. Injeti
P. Injeti
詞曲創作
Liz Rodrigues
Liz Rodrigues
詞曲創作
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
詞曲創作
愛莉希亞·摩爾
詞曲創作
喬恩·布朗
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Chin Injeti
Chin Injeti
製作人
DJ Khalil
DJ Khalil
製作人
Mike Strange
Mike Strange
聲樂錄音師
Tony Maserati
Tony Maserati
混音師
Justin Hergett
Justin Hergett
助理混音師
James Krausse
James Krausse
助理混音師
喬恩·布朗
其他製作人
P!nk
P!nk
執行製作
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
母帶工程師

歌詞

[Verse 1]
Here comes, comes the weekend
Hear it callin' like a siren, oh-oh, oh-oh
We don’t want no problems
We don’t like them (No), keep it movin'
[Verse 2]
Here comes the weekend
Set off your sirens (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Here comes the weekend
Set off your sirens (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
[Verse 3]
I just wanna play, big city holiday
So get out of my way
If you know what’s better for ya (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
[Verse 4]
I’m tearin' up the night, lipstick and leather tight
Not lookin' for a fight, no (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
High heels and cherry wine, not wastin' any time
We’re tickin' like a bomb, about to blow (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
[Verse 5]
Here comes, comes the weekend (Yeah, yeah)
Hear it callin' like a siren, oh-oh, oh-oh
We don’t look for trouble
Just enough to see in double
[Verse 6]
Here comes the weekend
Set off your sirens (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Here comes the weekend
Set off your sirens (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
[Verse 7]
Drink some pink champagne
I don’t know you yet, but we’ll forget
So, fuck what they say
Let the rum flow until it rains (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
[Verse 8]
I’m tearing up the night, lipstick and leather tight
Not lookin' for a fight, no (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
High heels and cherry wine, not wastin' any time
We’re ticking like a bomb, about to blow, oh-oh, oh-oh
[Verse 9]
Here comes, comes the weekend
Hear it callin' like a siren, oh-oh, oh-oh
We don't look for trouble
Just enough to see in double (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
[Verse 10]
Here comes the weekend
Set off your sirens (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Here comes the weekend
Set off your sirens (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
[Verse 11]
Nothing high class in my glass, only bottles I pop
Are bottles of pop, so when I pop up in the spot
I'm probably not gonna be wantin’ to pop bubbly
Or Ciroc, I’m not Puffy, but I’ma run this city tonight
When I hit it, I might act like a frickin’ idiot
Diddy mixed with a medieval knight, big city lights
Little indignity, hot diggity, this Biggie is gettin’ me hype
[Verse 12]
I don’t get some liquor, I’ll hurt you, I’ll knock your dick in the dirt
Bickerin’ worse than that bitch in that Snickers commercial
A mixture of Stifler and Urkel, hangin’ from the light fixture
I hope you pricks are insured for this buildin’
'Cause we’re tearin’ it down, security get out
The frickin’ way, Jesus Christ, son the blaring is loud
I swear the only thing I hear is the sound
Of sirens goin’ eereer 'cause
[Verse 13]
Here comes the weekend
Set off your sirens
Here comes the weekend
Set off your sirens (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
[Verse 14]
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
[Verse 15]
Here comes the weekend
Set off your sirens (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Here comes the weekend
Set off your sirens (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Written by: E. Alcock, Jonathon Keith Brown, Khalil Abdul‐Rahman, Liz Rodrigues, Marshall Mathers, P!nk, P. Injeti
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