I've been stuck in Sunday Slippin' out my head on a Monday morning Tired of all my mind games I play along, I play along
And everybody knows That's the way that the weekend goes Tryna phase out, ready to reload Lose yourself in the green and gold And everybody knows When you're boilin' about to blow Need a way out, ready to reload Lose yourself in the green and gold
Boy! Lose yourself in the green and gold
I've been here since Friday Floating up and down with your light I've got a ball This could be the one place Where we belong, here we belong
And everybody knows That's the way that the weekend goes Tryna phase out, ready to reload Lose yourself in the green and gold And everybody knows When you're boilin' about to blow Need a way out, ready to reload Lose yourself in the green and gold
Look, phase out, reload, nearly overload We're sittin' on the throne And no one's gettin' overthrown We're steppin' out into the nightlife Even though it's cold, you know it's cold 'Cause dem not bad because we're bad But dem not as big as we're utter We have it do it proper like a real dunder The top boy, top gyal Top team, top shutta I try a thing but it na matter Like a rock, dem have to scatter
And everybody knows That's the way that the weekend goes Tryna phase out, ready to reload Lose yourself in the green and gold And everybody knows When you're boilin' about to blow Need a way out, ready to reload Lose yourself in the green and gold
Lose yourself in the green and gold
It's the—, it's the way, way, it's the way It's the, it's the weekend everybody It's the—, it's the way, way, it's the way It's the, it's the weekend everybody
Compositores: Piers Aggett, Kesi Dryden, Leon “Locksmith” Rolle, George Conway, Conor Bellis, Joe Housley, DRIIA, Charlotte Plank & Riko Dan