Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lost Weekend, artist - The Qemists. Album song Lost Weekend, in the genre Драм-н-бэйс
Date of issue: 12.10.2008
Record label: Ninja Tune
Song language: English
Lost Weekend |
Ha ha x 6 |
Come on |
Ha ha |
Here we are |
It’s friday night and i’m alone, |
The stars are out and i’m at home. |
Feel like I’m coming alive, |
See the knuckles turning white. |
It’s Friday night and none’s home, home, |
All in the city alone, lone, |
Fell like a carnivore tonight, |
Strap it up and tike a ride, ride. |
Round and round she goes |
And where she stops none knows |
And round and round she goes |
And where she stops none knows, knows |
Keep it coming on, feel it coming on |
feel it coming on, feel it coming on yeah |
feel it coming on, feel it coming on yeah |
feel it coming on, feel it coming on yeah |
I got your money, |
Woohoo |
I got your money, |
Woohoo |
I treat you honey, |
Woohoo |
I give you her for debt. |
I got your sugar, |
I’ll be your hooker, |
I give you her for debt. |
Saturday night Im fucking stoned, stoned |
While other fuckers got their jobs, jobs |
While on the freeway gona blow, blow |
The red lights saying go, go |
Saturday night Im fucking gone, gone |
And all my friends are saying down, down |
The worlds faster when your strong, strong |
You’ll push your pows saying wow, wow, woooow |
I got your money |
Hold on, hold on, hold on |
I treat you honey |
Hold on, hold on, hold on |
I got your money |
Hold on, hold on |
Woohoo |
I got your money, |
Woohoo |
I treat you honey, |
Woohoo |
I give you her for debt. |
I got your sugar, |
I’ll be your hooker, |
I give you her for debt. |
Woohoo. |
I got your money. |
I treat you honey. |
I give you her for debt… |
I give you her for debt… |
Hold on. |
Hold on. |
Hold on. |
Coming down now… |
Wahoo, |
It’s Sunday morning I was young, |
How did I end up in this room. |
I’m in a bed that isn’t mine, |
The walls are closing in tight, tight. |
It’s Sunday morning I was young, young, |
Your voice is like a sonic boom, boom. |
Well round and round she goes, goes, |
And where she stops none knows, knows. |
Round and round she goes, |
And where she stops none knows. |
And round and round she goes, |
And where she stops none knows, knows. |