Yup - Snak the Ripper

Yeah, yo

So is it me or am I stupid for thinking

The weekend ain’t long enough

(yeah)

Don’t speak of the week

Pour some drink in my cup

Because the last few days was tough

(let's go)

Cause my boys is rolling with me

And some girls are getting tipsy

Acting fun

Acting dumb and stuff

(ahahahaha)

I got one thing on my mind

And it’s having a good time

And I ain’t stopping till the sun comes up

(yeah)

I spent eight straight hours

In the van on the road

Just arrived in your city

And I’m ready to explode

Drinks start to flow

And the funny smoke blow

Hotel room party

Getting ready for the show

I got this feeling in my gut

It’s hard to describe

Feeling deprived from having good times

Tell me why

I work too much

FUCK

I feel like letting loose

Spiking the juice

The viking on beat

Likely produced the

Damage to your ear

We party savage over here

Hardly managing to stand

From all the sandwiches and beer

We just magically appear when them tops come off

Ain’t talking bottles naked models

Fucking tops knocked off

I’m just sayin' we get it in

If it’s a game we play to win

We staying till it’s over

Never sober, til' the bitter end

So if your feelin' like I’m feeling

Put ya' hands up to the ceiling

If you know you’re 'bout to get fucked up

(YUP)(YUP)

So is it me or am I stupid for thinking

The weekend ain’t long enough

(yeah)

Don’t speak of the week

Pour some drink in my cup

Because the last few days was tough

(come on)(come on)

Cause my boys is rolling with me

And some girls are getting tipsy

Acting fun

Acting dumb and stuff

(ahahahaha)

I got one thing on my mind

And it’s having a good time

And ain’t stopping till the sun comes up

(YUP)(YUP)

I’m on stage now

Confused on how I got here

Boozy and obnoxious

Having trouble tryin' to talk clear

Probably forgot a bar or two

Yada yada

Got an ocean of liquor open

Brewing in my bladder

The clock don’t matter

Never looking

For the time

The night is young

My buzz is prime

Makin' me grimey with the rhymes

Obviously saucey

Rolling with a posse out the bar

So bizarre, twisted up

Like the weed in a cigar

My, memory deleted

Never seated, got the party rockin

Part of me believes that what you say

Just the bacardi talking

Ain’t no stopping now

We flipping out

Without a doubt

The loudest mouth you ever heard

Fucking shouting every word

And we ain’t shutting up

Smoking thick to ease the pain

Pass out wake up somewhere drunk, and do it all again

So if your feelin' like I’m feeling

Put ya' hands up to the ceiling

If you know you’re 'bout to get fucked up

(YUP)(YUP)

So is it me or am I stupid for thinking

The weekend ain’t long enough

(yeah)

Don’t speak of the week

Pour some drink in my cup

Because the last few days was tough

(come on)(come on)

Cause my boys is rolling with me

And some girls are getting tipsy

Acting fun

Acting dumb and stuff

(ahahahaha)

I got one thing on my mind

And it’s having a good time

And ain’t stopping till the sun comes up (YUP)(YUP)x3