Textin' round, see who's out tonight Thank fuck for the weekend Don't give a fuck about a 9 to 5 Gettin' fucked don't need a reason Fuck a glass I got a bottle of JD A bag haze weed, tonight we're goin' crazy Party on tonight, I'll stop when I see daylight I'll lose my phone, I'll stumble home, my lyrics still be way tight And while you're at the bar, bro do man a favour No Red Bull just gimme straight fuckin' Jager Breath stinkin', on my fuckin' worst behaviour But pass me the microphone, I'll spit an' upstage ya I got cash to splash like I found El Dorado Twenty Stellas down an' out comes the bravado Dash the limes out, neck a desperado Scannin' for talent like they're comin' with barcodes You see my space right here you better keep out 'Cause after eight Kronenbourgs, I'll knock your teeth out Don't carry toys but if I'm out with the boys, 'Better hold ya fuckin' noise or man will get his face destroyed Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee proper waaaaaaaaant Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa kebab Nooooooooooooooo saaalaaaaaaaad