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?