That was by far the worst week
I've ever had in my life
I don't know if I should get up
And I have no idea what I'm doing
Because somehow everything is shit
I've never been so down
Because I know all my money is gone
And my wife has cheated on me
Uah, whatever

Bye (bye), I feel so free (free)
I don't want to go home anymore
And I don't give a damn what comes tomorrow
I raise my glass and shout bye (bye)

I feel so free (free)
I don't want to go home anymore
Because I don't care what comes tomorrow
I raise my glass and shout

In the mirror, man, I need nothing but you
We both can handle this, I have you, you have me
And if either of us ever pissed off
It was surely because of money or some chick
Now I'm free (free) and I'm getting up again
I'm alone and shouting, it's going out again
Jump into the Nikes, fly, and go like the boss
And slow motion into the club it took forever
But it's Saturday night, I'm slowly waking up
And pay the first round with a handshake, fits
What's up? Cro, look this is my world
My hobbies are, uh, pushing or tripping
Or now and then a bit of lazing on a couch
Sometimes alone and sometimes with women
But today I'm in the club, no, I'm not going home yet
Because we celebrate through the night until the sun shines again yeah

Bye (bye), I feel so free (free)
I don't want to go home anymore
And I don't care what comes tomorrow
I raise my glass and shout bye (bye)

I feel so free (free)
I don't want to go home anymore
Because I don't care what comes tomorrow
I raise my glass and shout

I wake up, look out, no idea where I am
The whole house full of women, hey, they must be sleeping
My pants are torn and the car is gone
Go to the kitchen, first make myself a coffee with gin
Sit down, WhatsApp, what's up, I'm here
And live, but go, soon, to you
Okay, and if anyone already knows what's going on tonight
Then please, please let me know
Because I'm somehow in the mood, so I don't want to go home
I solve my problems easily with a cheap wine
Give me another sip, another sip
Another sip another sip, another sip
Yeah I'm yaba-daba-dei
So give, give, give, give, give me a Becks
And I tilt, tilt, tilt, tilt, tilt it on Ex
Your gang has kids with clique on the cap
Grabbed the whiskey and are now pissing off (hey)

Bye (bye), I feel so free (free)
I don't want to go home anymore
And I don't care what comes tomorrow
I raise my glass and shout bye (bye)

I feel so free (free)
I don't want to go home anymore
Because I don't care what comes tomorrow, I raise my glass

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