break, another escape I gotta get out, I gotta get out Long live the weekend Long live the weekend Long live the weekend Long live the weekend Long live the weekend
Tradução: The Living End. ¡Viva el fin de semana.
: Daddy's home... [2Pac] Heh, so?? You say that like that means somethin to me You've been gone a mighty long motherfuckin time for you to be comin
song How long will this carry on Can I survive another weekend Another night in my room pacin' Another date with the playstation Can't take it much longer
can sing Do whatever you think As long as I"m with you When we are together It's the time of our lives We can do whatever, be whoever we like Spend the weekend
Yo, wah me slap one inna yuh face? (hehe) A wah do yuh? Me nuh tek intimidation Cah fra me a likkle bwoy me nuh fear man And, me will mek yuh live up
You'll be my first man And honey, I've made up my mind The first man who has me I'm his forever, forever You kidding? For how long?
can sing, do whatever you think As long as I'm with you When we are together is the time of our lives We can do whatever, be whoever we like Spend the weekend
may be jump of the deep end But if your hearts open maybe I can creep in (maybe) She said that would be cool but (but) I'm getting married next weekend
tha gun holster with tha forty fo maganet Shot her in da heart Den caught tha earchess fabanet Den I seen Cindy, tha bitch tried to end me Running out da living
and left long smoky, slinky trails, and he had several of each kind in case I needed to review them all at the end, and I'm thinking: a?? Here I am
it on to me We're backwoods Dixie, flat woods pickin' Shotgun wavin', long-neck drinkin' Huntin' and a-fishin', workin' and a-wishin' for the weekend
(A) 59 Christie Street There's a girl over there With long brown hair I took her to the place I threw the mattress in her face Took off her shirt Took
so now I'm reapin' The seeds that I sowed I can't believe you so deceivin' Sneakin' out on the weekends with Michelle One of your freak friends from the east end
like it's the end of the world Let's get it started, started, started, whoa, oh Waitin' on the weekend, it's Friday night We're gonna get dressed up for the time of our lives
it You thought that you were ugly And that everyone was looking at you So you learned to be invisible To look down To avoid conversation The hours, days, weekends Ah, the weekend