Stealing beats from the crafts store Smoking weed on your back porch I said, "Baby, what you mad for?" I could get you anything you asked for (yeah) You make a Monday, feel like a Friday You see the stars in my eyes when they dilate Kiss in the backseat, speed down the highway You make a Monday, feel like a Friday Oh, I been getting high every night just to pass time Oh, grab my hand, hold it tight like the last time Oh, spent the last summer getting drunk on your front lawn Oh, you said I write too many love songs Don't you hate the way that time pass so fast? Sometimes I really wishing I could go back Had no money then, now I blow a whole rack Summer nights, city lights, I really hope that You don't forget me, living through the memories Crying every time I read the letters that you sent to me You make a Monday, feel like a Friday You see the stars in my eyes when they dilate Kiss in the backseat, speed down the highway You make a Monday, feel like a Friday Oh, I been getting high every night just to pass time Oh, grab my hand, hold it tight like the last time Oh, spent the last summer getting drunk on your front lawn Oh, you said I write too many love songs You said I write too many love songs You said I write too many love songs