I feel so lucky when he calls me on a Tuesday at five
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, it's unsaid what you do with your Friday night
Oh, I think that I'm gettin' started
That thing I do with my mind
Oh, starting a war when you're 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
Mm, 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
Yet, 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-whoa
Oh, I think that I'm gettin' started
That thing I do with my mind
Oh, starting a war when you're harmless, mm
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
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Oh, oh-oh, oh
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
Sweet