I feel it in my bones I can't do it alone The gloves are off The wisdom teeth are out What you on about? I'm stronger now I'm ready for the house Such a modest mouse Every time I see you in the world

Go girl, Go girl, Go girl, Go girl Shake dem dice and roll em' So go get your friends And I get my friends And we can be friends Do dis every weekend We can hit your place We can hit my place She's on my top 8

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

I call it house work 'Cause it's life work (Whatcha, whatcha gon' do?) I'mma throw shapes Feelin' the base to my feet hurt But I'm gon' throw shade if I don't get paid for this house work Would you come along And to leave I'm working Every weekend

We met when we were in school Never took no shit from no one, we weren't fools The teacher says we're dumb We're only having fun We piss on everyone In the classroom When we got thrown out I left without much fuss An' weekends we'd go dancing Down

Back when the weekend lasted a little longer But things seemed to never end back then Oh way back when When a little went a long way Back when everything seemed just a little bit stronger I can't tell you why they did Six beers, five guys And if I

Every other weekend I can't tell her I love her I can't tell him I love him Cause there's too many questions and ears in the car So, I don't tell him I miss him I don't tell her I need her She's over me that's where we are He's over me that's where we

Won't we see once again In foreign soil, in foreign land Who will guide us through the end, oh Only in the way you want it Only on the day you want it Only with your understanding and every single day you want it City with the weight upon it City in the

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy