Weekends
Verse 1
Three best friends, three strong women standing tall,
City lights, heavy days, they answer every call.
Two in the courtroom, fighting law and order nights,
Paper stacks and long debates till the morning light.
Sleepless eyes, steady hearts, justice on their mind,
Holding the line for peace, one case at a time.
Verse 2
The third one wears a helmet, plans spread on her desk,
Building dreams with blueprints, passing every test.
In a world they say is “men’s work,” she stands her ground,
Checking walls and foundations, making safety sound.
Strong boots on concrete, head held high,
She proves every single day—limits are a lie.
Chorus
But when the weekend comes, they let it all go,
Drop the weight of the world, let the good times flow.
By the Kamalic River, fire burning slow,
Kids laughing, meat grilling, hearts feeling whole.
Cold drinks clinking, jokes flying free,
Queens of the weekdays, wild and happy.
Verse 3
Sometimes it’s just the three, no plans, no rules,
Sipping something cold, laughing loud like fools.
Stress on the side, worries laid low,
Sharing stories only best friends know.
From heavy responsibilities to laughter that heals,
They remind each other how freedom feels.
Chorus
When the weekend comes, they hit the road,
Benabena cruising, nowhere to go.
Windows down, breeze in their hair,
Taking shots wherever, stopping anywhere.
Smelling the air, feeling the wind,
Living the moments they earned within.
Bridge
Camera clicks, mountains wide,
Sun dipping low in the western sky.
Silence speaks, the world stands still,
Golden light bends to their will.
No titles now, no roles to play,
Just sisters, friends, at the end of the day.
Final Chorus / Outro
As the last sun sets, the sky turns red,
They smile at the lives they’ve led.
Strong in work, free in their way,
Women who build, protect, and pray.
Three best friends, forever true,
Queens of the grind… and the sunset view 🌄✨
