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The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a relentless, drug-fueled existence where the lines between days blur into a continuous state of altered perception. The opening lines immediately establish a world dominated by potent substances, with pink Percocets likened to "bubble gum" and mushrooms inducing a desire for "another one." This sets a tone of casual, almost recreational, yet intense drug use that permeates the entire narrative. The repeated assertion of being "on some different drugs" and feeling like they're "in another world" underscores a detachment from reality, amplified by the dizzying pace of consumption. The central tension arises from the narrator's attempt to maintain a semblance of control or normalcy amidst overwhelming intoxication. Phrases like "Gotta have a double cup of mud, just to make my day begin" suggest a dependency where even the start of the day requires chemical assistance. This is juxtaposed with the chaotic social scene described: "four bitches in one weekend" and "Drug party after twelve, bitches trying to sneak in." The narrator's mind is so clouded that they question their own actions, asking, "Took so many Percs, how the fuck I fuck this other girl?" This highlights a disconnect between action and awareness, a common consequence of heavy substance abuse. The most striking lyrical device is the constant conflation of weekdays with the weekend, driven by an unending cycle of drug use. The narrator is "geeking on a Monday like it was the weekend" and "geeking on a Tuesday like it was the weekend." This repetition emphasizes a life devoid of structure, where every day is an opportunity for indulgence, blurring the traditional markers of time and leisure. The play on words with "Going up on a Tuesday like I was The Weeknd" further solidifies this theme, ironically referencing an artist known for his own melancholic, often drug-tinged, explorations of fame and excess, while the narrator claims their state is "damn, that ain't even The Weeknd," suggesting an even more extreme or perhaps less artful level of intoxication. Ultimately, these lyrics resonate because they capture a raw, unvarnished depiction of escapism through extreme substance use. The vivid, almost hallucinatory imagery – "on the moon rocks, doing the Moonwalk" – and the casual recounting of hedonistic encounters create a disorienting yet compelling portrait. The writing effectively communicates a feeling of being lost in a perpetual state of highs, where the consequences are secondary to the immediate sensation, leaving the listener with a sense of the overwhelming and potentially destructive nature of this lifestyle.

Jose Guapo - Rap, Trap

Weekend

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[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Jose Guapo] Juan Pablo, man Rich Hood, nigga Million Dollar Kidd, nigga MDP shit, nigga We told you the prices went up Huh? [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Jose Guapo] I'm on the pink Percocets, they look like some bubble gum I'm on the pink Percocets, they look like some bubble gum I'm tripping on them mushrooms, I think I want another one Tripping on them mushrooms, I think I want another one I'm on some different drugs, man, I think I'm in another world Took so many Percs, how the fuck I fuck this other girl? On the moon rocks, doing the Moonwalk I'm on the moon rocks, doing the Moonwalk Gotta have a double cup of mud, just to make my day begin Your baby mama and her friend, four bitches in one weekend Drug party after twelve, bitches trying to sneak in I'm so high behind the tint, some shit you can't even see in I'm geeking on a Monday like it was the weekend I'm geeking on a Tuesday like it was the weekend Going up on a Tuesday like I was The Weeknd I'm geeking, tripping, damn, that ain't even The Weeknd [Verse 1: Jose Guapo] I'm mixing the medicine just like a chemist My dick in your hoe's mouth just like I'm a dentist She want a nut like a Frosty from Wendy's Young Guapo, Young Guapo, he's Dennis the Menace Know that I handle my business Kingpin in my city Run off on you, get missed and get a pack from Pablo soon as [?] I got the dick in her kidney She wanna sip syrup with me I ain't never syrup tripping So you know we syrup sipping I got, like, a bird with me That's like a .30, nigga I just took a .30, nigga He duck with a .30, nigga [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] I'm geeking on a Monday like it was the weekend I'm geeking on a Tuesday like it was the weekend Going up on a Tuesday like I was The Weeknd I'm geeking, tripping, damn, that ain't even The Weeknd [Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] I'm geeking, tripping, moving slow 'cause I'm syrup sipping Need a driver, I keep swerving my Bentley Fucked that bitch on the Percs, I need some Ritalin Four in the twenty like I said, "Fuck my kidney" They smell the cookie, they know we in the building Taking my drugs, nigga, I ain't dealing So many hundreds, I done lost my feelings Geeking on drugs, but nigga, I ain't slipping Shoot with molly, so I know I'm gon' hit it Fucked around, hit in the face with my children I'm on shrooms, that's one hell of a feeling On the moon and the [?] with the stars on the ceiling Geeked up, tripping on the shrooms right now I'm geeked up, tripping on the Percs right now [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Jose Guapo] I'm geeking on a Monday like it was the weekend I'm geeking on a Tuesday like it was the weekend Going up on a Tuesday like I was The Weeknd I'm geeking, tripping, damn, that ain't even The Weeknd I'm on the pink Percocets, they look like some bubble gum I'm on the pink Percocets, they look like some bubble gum I'm tripping on them mushrooms, I think I want another one Tripping on them mushrooms, I think I want another one I'm on some different drugs, man, I think I'm in another world Took so many Percs, how the fuck I fuck this other girl? On the moon rocks, doing the Moonwalk I'm on the moon rocks, doing the Moonwalk Gotta have a double cup of mud, just to make my day begin Your baby mama and her friend, four bitches in one weekend Drug party after twelve, bitches trying to sneak in I'm so high behind the tint, some shit you can't even see in

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Writers: Jose Guapo
Hoodrich Pablo Juan

Weekend

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