Lyrics
So call your friends, and come over
We’ll smoke and drink, until we’re wasted
We’ll be the Kings, Of the weekend,
It’s funny how, Bad things turn to good
I’m living my life as I choose and I should
Why do these bad things feel so good?
We’re getting ready for the weekend
Another party, another dead end
We’re going to stay up, past midnight
Drinking whiskey until day light
I started to question decisions in my life
Am I having fun or just getting over you?
I can feel I’m burning on the inside
I’m running circles in my head
So call your friends, and come over
We’ll smoke and drink, until we’re wasted
We’ll be the Kings, Of the weekend,
It’s funny how, Bad things turn to good
I’m living my life as I choose and I should
Why do these bad things feel so good?
We’re going to light them up on Friday
Then knock them back on Saturday
I can’t get enough I’m fading
I’m falling down on the pavement
I started to question decisions in my life
Am I having fun or just getting over you?
I can feel I’m burning on the inside
I’m running circles in my head
So call your friends, and come over
We’ll smoke and drink, until we’re wasted
We’ll be the Kings, Of the weekend,
It’s funny how, Bad things turn to good
I’m living my life as I choose and I should
Why do these bad things feel so good?
We are the kings of the weekend
We are the kings of the weekend
We are the kings of the weekend
We are the kings of the weekend
So call your friends, and come over
We’ll smoke and drink, until we’re wasted
We’ll be the Kings, Of the weekend,
It’s funny how, Bad things turn to good
I’m living my life as I choose and I should
Why do these bad things feel so good?