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Yup Lyrics

Yeah, Yo
So is it me or am I stupid for thinkin
The weekend aint long enough?
Don't speak of the week
Pour some drink in my cup
Cause the past few days was tough
Cause my boys is rollin' with me
And some girls are gettin' tipsy
Actin fun
Actin dumb and stuff
*Snak's amazing chuckle*
I got one thing on my mind and its havin' a good time
And I aint stoppin' till the sun comes up
Yeah!
I spent eight straight hours
In the van
On the road
Just arrived in ya city
Gettin' ready to explode
Drinks stop the flow
Got the money
Smoke blow
Hotel room party!
Gettin ready for the show
I got this feelin in my gut
Its hard to describe,
Feelin deprived from havin' good times,
Tell me why!
I work too much,
f***
I feel like lettin' loose
Fire the juice
Writing on the beat,
Lightly produced
Damage stickin' in
We party savage over here
Hardly managin' this band from all these sandwitches and beer
We just magically appear when those tops come off
Talking bottles, Naked bottles
f*****' tops knocked off
Just sayn' we get it in
If its a game we play to win
We stick together
?????
Ephiderin
So if ya feelin like' I'm feelin' putcha hands up to the ceilin' if you know you bout' to get f***** up
Yup
Yup
So is it me or am I stupid for thinkin the weekend aint long enough?
Dont speek of the week pour some drink in my cup cause the past few days was tough
But my boys is rollin' with me and some girls are gettin tipsy
Actin fun,
Actin dumb and stuff,
I got one thing on my mind and its havin a good time and I aint stoppin till the sun comes up
Yup
Yup
I'm on stage now
Confused on how I got here
Woosy and obnoxios
Havin trouble tryin to talk clear
Prolly from stoppin by a bar or two
Yada Yada
Got a notion of liqour
Up and brewin in my blader duh,
Rock don't matter
Neva' lookin for the time tonight
All i know my buz is a crime
n**** be tryin me with them rhymes
Obviously saw some roller with is possy at the bar
So bizzare
Twisted up
Put some weed in a cigar
All the memory deleted
Never seen it at a party
Just a part of me believes
What you said is Just the Biccardi
We aint stoppin out
NOT FINISHED
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