I Hate the Weekend Songtext
von Bentley Robles

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