Letras
I feel so lucky when he calls me on a Tuesday at 5
Yeah, he's so focused so devoted
Really just the kinda guy that I like
Different from the rest but I'm feeling kinda restless
Perfect specimen but I cannot seem to shake this
Outside of my bed its unsaid
What you do with your Friday night
Oh, I think that I'm getting started
That thing I do with my mind
Oh, starting a war when your harmless
I hate the weekend
Cause my man he got too many friends
It's no surprise, our demise comes from me in the end
Bets are over
Such a fatal end
Like a stalker
Chase him out again
I hate the weekend
Cause my man he got too many friends
Drunk as sour peaches soaked in rum
So fast how I go from all to none
Baby like Bacardi on your lips boy
Don't you want me?
You say love
What if you don't?
Oh, I think that I'm getting started
(hey!)
That thing I do with my mind
Oh, starting a war when your harmless
(Oooh ahhhh)
I hate the weekend
Cause my man he got too many friends
It's no surprise, our demise comes from me in the end
Bets are over
Such a fatal end
Like a stalker
Chase him out again
I hate the weekend
Cause my man he got too many friends
Too many friends
Too many friends
Run to your place
Scared that I won't find you
Can't see your face
Baby it's a dark view
Push you away cause I don't wanna do this again
And again
And again