I Hate the Weekend

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