Testo di The Weekend

What is this, what is you What is me, what is time In my Vans, at the Standard Taking shots, biting limes Back in school for the winter But we're not gonna cry I've got you in my dorm bed So to hell with life You're my American dream on a windowsill Too young to care but too old to be chill Either it was you or the night magic But I found your love and I let it kill 'Cause the champagne has got us believing You are my love on the weekend, yeah Now I'm believing You are my love on the weekend, yeah Who are we, if we're not In our heads, extreme Take my drugs, take my number Tell me I'm your queen There are nights we get dirty But I still feel clean It's surreal how my heart melts for you Like Dolly You're my American dream on a windowsill Too young to care but too old to be chill Either it was you or the night magic But I found your love and I let it kill 'Cause the champagne has got us believing You are my love on the weekend, yeah Now I'm believing You are my love on the weekend, yeah One, two, three, four Solo cups up I just wanna get lost in your love buzz One, two, three, four Solo cups up I just wanna get lost in your love buzz One, two, three, four Now the sun's up I just wanna get lost in your love buzz One, two, three, four Solo cups up I just wanna get lost