[Verse 1:]

I’m blasting Panic! At The Disco, tonight, my mode is sicko…
I might, just rent a limo and stunt on you basic bimbos…
I like, blonde girls who get low like they was playing some limbo…
And I don’t usually smoke but tonight I got gas like Citgo…
Good lord, this whiskey hitting, its Saturday so I’m getting…
So fucked up with all my villains, I’m looking fly like a griffin…
Some trouble I’m bout to get in, this real shit this ain’t no fiction…
Tomorrow I’m gonna wake up like how I’m in this position…
It's the motherfucking weekend, you know I’m geeking…
Damnit I poured it too strong, I’m wilding out, ain’t keeping no secrets…
Really man I should be sleeping, right now I’m downtown just creeping…
I say that I love her but it’s the Bacardi speaking…
Black shirt, black jeans, fucked up, that's me…
I ain’t ever drank this much, except last week…
Stumbling out the club with the homies yelling, “Yo Taxi”…
I’m gonna wake up like was that shit just a bad dream…

[Verse 2:]

Its Sunday morning, I shouldn’t of went that hard…
This girl just woke up like good morning babe, yeah that's bizarre…
I don’t wanna be a dick and ask the girl, and you are…
I should have known not to go this far…
Dipped out then I checked my phone, all the texts I sent these hoes…
Got them in their feelings, saying that they wanna message mo…
Know I shouldn’t see these hoes, fuck around, mislead these hoes…
I got so much going on, I should just leave it alone…
But it’s the motherfucking weekend, you know I’m geeking…
Taking all these shots I’m like Kobe against the defense…
Can’t believe I’m breathing, fuck it man I’m feeling…
Better than I ever have, wilding for no reason…
Don’t know where I’m sleeping, damn my head is beating…
Thought I’m talking normal, everyone say that I’m screaming…
She say she want me to take her home, skip the teasing…
Don’t even ask she probably cheating…