(Intro - Heavy, distorted guitar riff with a fast, driving drum beat. The tempo is high.) (Verse 1 - Fast, aggressive rap flow) Yo, five days buried, suit and tie blurry, Clock's a tyrant, gotta move in a hurry. But that bell's about to chime, escaping all the grime, Punch the time card, yeah, you know what time it is! See the concrete crackin', my stress level's lackin', Laptop slammed shut, ain't no lookin' back, I'm Out the door, a phantom, feelin' the adrenaline anthem, Friday freedom, yeah, I gotta grab 'em, gotta stand 'em! Up all night, that's the only plan, From the nine-to-five trap to the promised land. (Pre-Chorus - Vocals rise in pitch, more melodic and shouted) Hear that engine roar? Feel it in my chest! Ditch the paperwork, put the good life to the test! (Chorus - Full-on rock chorus, belted vocals, heavy guitars, driving rhythm) WEEKEND WHIPLASH, feel the force, I'm gone! Seventy-two hours, yeah, from dusk till dawn! Unleash the beast, no leash, no chain, no cage, Turn the volume up, tear a hole in this page! It's my time, my rhythm, my pace, my sound, Best damn feeling, when the week unwound! (Verse 2 - Fast rap, more confident and slightly playful) Wake up Saturday, sunlight through the blinds, No alarm clock, that's the peace that my mind finds. Flip the calendar, tear the old one down, 'Cause I'm the king, wearin' the party crown! Got my friends on speed dial, making noise for a mile, Grill is smokin', yeah, we do it in style. No deadlines to meet, just the rhythm of the street, Gonna dance 'til my shoes burn up off my feet. From the concert floor to the dive bar deep, The city's alive while the workweek sleeps! Gotta savor the seconds, gotta soak it all in, 'Til the clock on Sunday says the party's wearin' thin. (Guitar Solo - Fast, shredding, technically intense, with the drums hitting hard behind it.) (Pre-Chorus - Vocals return, raw and powerful) Hear that engine roar? Feel it in my chest! Ditch the paperwork, put the good life to the test! (Chorus - Full-on rock chorus, even more energetic) WEEKEND WHIPLASH, feel the force, I'm gone! Seventy-two hours, yeah, from dusk till dawn! Unleash the beast, no leash, no chain, no cage, Turn the volume up, tear a hole in this page! It's my time, my rhythm, my pace, my sound, Best damn feeling, when the week unwound! (Bridge - Tempo slows slightly, beat becomes heavier and more syncopated. Vocals are spoken/rapped with intensity.) Yeah, Monday's lurking, I know the beast is there, Staring down the highway with its cold, dark stare. But I don't care! I got tomorrow to worry! Tonight, right now, I'm in my glory! Gonna drink this moment 'til the very last drop, The weekend's a mountain and I'm standing at the top! (Outro - Rap speeds up, fades out with a final explosive drum hit and guitar feedback.) Gotta go hard! Gotta go fast! Make the good times last! The week is broken! The chains are cracked! Never look back! WEEKEND! WOO! (Feedback rings out and stops abruptly.)
