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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weeks
The Weeks
Performer
Cain Barnes
Cain Barnes
Drums
Cyle Barnes
Cyle Barnes
Lead Vocals
Sam Williams
Sam Williams
Electric Guitar
Damien Bone
Damien Bone
Electric Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Lindsay
Charles Lindsay
Songwriter
Cain Barnes
Cain Barnes
Songwriter
Cyle Barnes
Cyle Barnes
Songwriter
Sam Williams
Sam Williams
Songwriter
Damien Bone
Damien Bone
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimbo Mathus
Jimbo Mathus
Producer

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
Writer(s): Cyle Barnes, Cain Barnes, Damien Bone, Samuel Williams, Allen Cyle Barnes, Anthony Cain Barnes, Damien Edward Bone, Samuel David Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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