Lyrics

I drank myself to sleep
Then slept right through the week
I know its sad to say
Things never go your way
Finished my glass and paid my tab
Threw up my hand and called a cab
I know it's sad to say
I'm wishing my week away
I know you're full of stress
Honey pull up that dress
I know it's bad enough
But girl you like it rough
Finished my glass and paid my tab
Threw up my hand and called a cab
I know it's sad to say
I'm wishing my week away
I lit my cigarette
Tried so hard to forget
I know this week will pass us
Put on my dark sunglasses
Finished my glass and paid my tab
Threw up my hand and called a cab
I know it's sad to say
I'm wishing my week away
I'm wishing my week away
I'm wishing my week away

Song details

Artist: The Weeks

Writer(s): Cyle Barnes, Cain Barnes, Damien Bone, Samuel Williams, Allen Cyle Barnes, Anthony Cain Barnes, Damien Edward Bone, Samuel David Williams

Album: Comeback Cadillac

Release information: album: "Comeback Cadillac" (2008)