The Weekend
What is this? What is you?
What is me? What is time?
In my van, at the standard
Taking shots, biting limes
Back in school, for the winter
But we're not, gonna cry
I got you, in my dorm bed
So to help, with life
You're my American dream on a windowsill
Too young to care, but too old to be chill
Either it was you, or the night magic
But I found your love and I let it kill
Cause this champagne has got us believin'
You are my love on the weekend
Now I'm believin'
You are my love on the weekend
(Oooooh...)
Who are we, if we're not, in our heads extreme?
Take my drugs, take my number
Tell me I'm your queen
There are nights we get dirty, but I still feel clean
It's surreal, how my heart melts
For you, like dolly
You're my American dream on a windowsill
Too young to care, but too old to be chill
Either it was you, or the night magic
But I found your love and I let it kill
Cause this champagne has got us believin'
You are my love on the weekend
Yeah...
Now I'm believin'
You are my love on the weekend
(Oooooh...)
One, two, three, four
Solo cups up
I just wanna get lost in your love buzz
One, two, three, four
Solo cups up
I just wanna get lost in your love buzz
One, two, three, four
Now the sun's up
I just wanna get lost in your love buzz
One, two, three, four
Solo cups up
I just wanna get lost
What is me? What is time?
In my van, at the standard
Taking shots, biting limes
Back in school, for the winter
But we're not, gonna cry
I got you, in my dorm bed
So to help, with life
You're my American dream on a windowsill
Too young to care, but too old to be chill
Either it was you, or the night magic
But I found your love and I let it kill
Cause this champagne has got us believin'
You are my love on the weekend
Now I'm believin'
You are my love on the weekend
(Oooooh...)
Who are we, if we're not, in our heads extreme?
Take my drugs, take my number
Tell me I'm your queen
There are nights we get dirty, but I still feel clean
It's surreal, how my heart melts
For you, like dolly
You're my American dream on a windowsill
Too young to care, but too old to be chill
Either it was you, or the night magic
But I found your love and I let it kill
Cause this champagne has got us believin'
You are my love on the weekend
Yeah...
Now I'm believin'
You are my love on the weekend
(Oooooh...)
One, two, three, four
Solo cups up
I just wanna get lost in your love buzz
One, two, three, four
Solo cups up
I just wanna get lost in your love buzz
One, two, three, four
Now the sun's up
I just wanna get lost in your love buzz
One, two, three, four
Solo cups up
I just wanna get lost
Credits
Writer(s): Sabrina Louise Bernstein
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