Eminem – Here Comes the Weekend Song Lyrics

About Eminem: Marshall Bruce Mathers III (born October 17, 1972), known professionally as Eminem (/ˌɛmɪˈnɛm/; often stylized as EMINƎM), is an American rapper, songwriter, record producer, record executive, and actor. He is consistently cited as one of the greatest and most influential artists of all time in any genre, with Rolling Stone ranking him 83rd on its list of the 100 Greatest Artists of All Time and labelling him the “King of Hip Hop”.

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Lyrics:

Here comes, comes the weekend
Hear it calling like a siren
We don’t want no problems
We don’t like them, keep it movin’

Here comes the weekend,
Set off your sirens
Here comes the weekend,
Set off your sirens.

I just wanna play big city holiday,
So get out of my way,
If you know what’s better for ya
I’m tearin’ up the night, lipstick and leather tight
Not lookin’ for a fight, no
High heels and cherry wine, not wasting any time
We’re ticking like a bomb, about to blow

Here comes, comes the weekend
Hear it calling like a siren
We don’t look for trouble
Just enough to, seein’ double.

Here comes the weekend,
Set off your sirens
Here comes the weekend,
Set off your sirens.

Drink some pink champagne
I don’t know you yet
But we’ll forget
So, f*ck what they say
Let the rum flow until it rains.
I’m tearing up the night, lipstick and leather tights
Not lookin’ for a fight, no
High heels and cherry wine, not wasting any time
We’re ticking like a bomb, about to blow.

Here comes, comes the weekend
Hear it calling like a siren
We don’t look for trouble
Just enough to, seein’ double.

Here comes the weekend,
Set off your sirens
Here comes the weekend,
Set off your sirens.

Yea, yea
Nothin’ high class in my glass, only bottles I pop
Are bottles of pop so when I pop up in the spot
I’m prob-ably not gonna be wantin’ to pop bubbly
Or Ciroc, I’m not Puffy, but I’mma run this city tonight
When I hit it, I might act like a frickin’ idiot
Diddy mixed with a medieval knight, big city lights
Little indignity, hot diggity, this Biggie is gettin’ me hype.
I don’t get some liquor, I’ll hurt you!!
I’ll knock your dick in the dirt, bickerin’ worse
Than that bitch in that Snickers commercial.
A mixture of Stifler and Urkel, hangin’ from the light fixture
I hope you pricks are insured for this buildin’
‘Cause we’re tearin’ it down, security get out
The frickin’ way, Jesus Christ son the blaring is loud
I swear the only thing I hear is the sound
Of sirens goin’ eereer ’cause

Here comes the weekend,
Set off your sirens
Here comes the weekend,
Set off your sirens.

Here comes the weekend,
Set off your sirens
Here comes the weekend,
Set off your sirens.