Correction Lyrics It's The Weekend by Red Arlington

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My head's spinnin', what am I drinkin'
No class tomorrow, glad it's the weekend
Tryna party up til like 6 in the mornin'
Hope I wake up in my bed in the mornin'

Clouds in my brain, my face feel hot
Music insane, and it's so loud
Sippin' a drink, bout to run out
Lost the pong game so I'm sittin' on the couch
Move my head fast but my eyes travel slow (slow)
No clue what I'm drinkin' but I keep it on the low though
Played too many pong games or ruit, whatever you call it
But I'm in college so I'm not an alcoholic
Flip cup prescriptions and shots as my antibiotic
And how you sittin' on my lap girl is plain erotic
With every drink girl you start to feel a little naughty
Now work your hips girl cuz you got a rockin' body
The house is packed and nobody plan on leavin' soon
So ima get another drink and sit back next to you
It's almost midnight but the night is just startin'
Man I hope I wake up in my bed in the mornin'

My head's spinnin', what am I drinkin'
No class tomorrow, glad it's the weekend
Tryna party up til like 6 in the mornin'
Hope I wake up in my bed in the mornin'

Watch where you step man cuz drinks is spillin' everywhere
People makin' out in the corner no hesitation there
Yeah they get looks here and they get laughs there
But they ain't bein separated til the keg's kicked
One girl came up to me she said it's cute that I'm a rapper
Just like Em and Asher Roth now lemme get my camera
Just cuz I follow man it don't mean that they wrote it first
And I'ma show you what I got's a gift and not a curse
Carrots on their neck match the carrots on my head

But when it comes to style ain't no comparison there
She snap the photo and said she like my confidence
She asked if I'm seein' anybody girl well that depends
I need a freaky girl know how to treat me girl
Let's play a game and see if you can beat me girl
Go round the circle got my fingers down to one
Never have I ever hmm whats it that I've never done?

My head's spinnin', what am I drinkin'
No class tomorrow, glad it's the weekend
Tryna party up til like 6 in the mornin'
Hope I wake up in my bed in the mornin'

This party's killin' it, my drink keep fillin' it
The ladies takin' shots until they plain illiterate
Man it's the weekend so there is no thinkin'
No class tomorrow so we raise our drinks and
Toast to bad decisions with good intentions
Blurry vision and blackout sessions
Everybody sip and everybody clap hands
Unless you got a leg of the dude doin' keg stands
You see my style's to be consistently considerate
Constantly commenting on how your body make a silouette
Projecting it's presence girl as we dance up on the wall
If you givin' up those presents girl I want them all
The lights are flashin' I can barely see across the room
Got another chick in the other corner but I ain't rude
Send her a text tell her that it's me and her tomorrow
But the way this night is goin' that all seem so very far off

My head's spinnin', what am I drinkin'
No class tomorrow, glad it's the weekend
Tryna party up til like 6 in the mornin'
Hope I wake up in my bed in the mornin'

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