Another saturday night, kush smoke fogging up my brain,
Fill up my cup, drunk as ****, stumbling, and mumbling,
get a few words out so the lames can understand,
light up another L, and start to board another plane,
The high life, pockets full, and the price aint a question,
because good nights aren't judged by how much you're spending,

Small group of real friends who I can always depend on,
and when I start to get tipsy they're there to lean on,
Still young, dressed to impress which means i'm always fresh,
in the clubs, girls staring, music blaring, with the subs,
and all the shrub has me on the lookout for some grub,
feeling invincible like a high school principle,
yeah schools out for ever, question if it made me clever,

That's in the past, and all that matters is the now, but these years are going by so fast, and i'm asking how
gotta enjoy what we have while we have it, no regrets, get respect, and don't forget to rep your set,
Take another hit, so we can continue with our party and bullshit,
relieve the stress by filling lungs up with the sess,
Playin' mario kart while we're rolling up,
Start off the night by pouring Jager in my cup,
and i'm coming 1st, because i'm on some bowzer ****,
spinning out of control while i'm making banana splits,
hits a certain time and you know its time to swagger up,
and compared to us, youlames are looking like 2Girls1 and 1 Cup.

By the end of the night, we're hailing taxi's tryna get home,
spending all my money filling up my cup with Patrón,
stumble in the joint, 6 o'clock in the morning, i'm yawning,
but I can hear the after party calling,
don't even go to sleep but i'm still waking up ****ed,
all the planes and lack of sleep has me seeing mighty ducks,
no worries, everything is as sweet as could be,
next week we'll do it all again, you know me.