Another Weekend

Are you alright?
We've never met before
But I saw you dancin' at The Joyce
Small and crawlin' on the floor
O Canada
O Justin Bieber
No such thing as cabin fever
Truth be told, I was glad to meet her but

I can't go another weekend
I can't go another weekend
I can't go another
I can't go another weekend

'Cause it's eatin' up my patience
The conversation never started
And I'm with my friends, whom I dearly love
But we could have stayed in my apartment

And speaking of, what a comfortable place that is
Far from idealizations of my wife and kids
Projector flash
Mase on Face-Off Fridays
Just let me keep my soda poppin'
Drop a dollar, call a pocket

And we can go another weekend
Or I'll just go another weekend
But I can't go another
So I stay home another weekend
Uh huh

'Cause it's eatin' up my insides
The little capsules of rocks
Then I'm in Beijing at 8AM
Just like, laughin' at the sun
Ah, what the fuck?