Lif3
I grew up overshadowed by Big Montana
Couldn't catch the eye of no city girl

Here I am devoted to The Weekend
How I love the way you look in your red jeans
Can't believe I let the smog cloud my eye

Where the Big Montana stand
And the Epic Mountain surround
I'll ride my Shiny truck with you by my side

There's a whisper in the Sand breeze
Reminding me of Everywhere
That whisper builds
That whisper cries
Everywhere in the morning skies

You appear on the horizon
Brushing that hair from your eyes

The city folk with their fancy gadgets
Cement Montana like grey tombs
Don't have nothin' on our way of life
Just listen to the Bird
Don't live your life like a WOah
Today might feel a time to be like a WOah
But that ain't no way to lead a life

You know, there's a lot I drive by in my Shiny truck
Folk who is messing up
Always stay Happy, The Weekend
Always stay Happy

In Sand, when I was a child
I met a Happy man
"How can you be so Happy?" asked I
Here was his wise reply

Don't live your life like a WOah
Today might feel a time to be like a WOah
But that ain't no way to lead a life

Met an old lady who lived like a WOah
"What happened to her?" asked I
Here was his wise reprise

Don't live your life like a WOah
Today might feel a time to be like a WOah
But that ain't no way to lead a life
That lady's gone now
It's sad really
Word is, she had hair once

Little The Weekend, keep your jeans red
Always stay Happy, The Weekend
Always stay Happy

Bird, Bird, Bird
Bird, Bird, Bird...