Bentley Robles - i hate the weekend

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 getting started
That thing I do with my mind
Oh, starting a war when your harmless (yeah)

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)

Oh, I think that I'm getting started (hey)
That thing I do with my mind
Oh, starting a war when your harmless (ooh-ah)

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 (bets are over)
Such a fatal end
Like a stalker (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 (bets are over)
Scared that I won't find you (such a fatal end)
Can't see your face (like a stalker)
Baby, it's a dark view
Push you away 'cause I don't wanna do this again
And again
And again

Written by:
Bruno Pazzi Robles, Gregory Dillon Scherer

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