Weekend

I'm a rockstar on the weekend I'm in the party, I'm geeking No Russ when I'm leaning, VIP section is where I be in I gotta chill out, 'cause I can feel all the demons I'm hot and I'm cold, I can feel all of the seasons Flights across the country, I'm seeing all of the regions Life is so amazing, I wanna be here forever My type is a girl that's a gun, same as Berettas She Italian but she a dark skin, I think she want me forever She know I'm finna blow up, so why she applying that pressure? She know I'm finna roll up, so she want smoke this pressure I gotta give time for God and all them studio sessions All this money I'm making, I can have bare possessions But why would I need that shit, when I can't even take it to heaven? Why would I need that shit, when I can be gone in seconds?