Verse 1
So its just another Thursday, was never one for simple word play
Not to be a cliche, but I'm thirsty
Need to relieve this stress in the worst way
Just got out of class and its somebody's birthday
Just another way to go broke again
But a man who buys a drink is a girl's best friend
So emptying your wallet is the thing to do
Though half these girls don't even want to leave with you
But I'm thinking 50/50 ain't bad for a big city
Getting laid is not a chance its a given
Out of 4 million women that could be inside your linens
Just one of them will give it up quickly
Don't matter who, just need something to do
And the way things look, I'm going home with you
I'll text my girlfriend and tell her I'm coming home late
Get rid of your roommate and fuck you like its our first date

Chorus
And I won't remember your name and face or taste, got nothing to tell my friends
Its just one night we repeat three times (three times, three times), the weakend
The weakend (x4)

Verse 2
It's crazy how you can lose a whole day to a shot glass
Can't fly that close to the sun and not crash
Rolling out of bed and its 4pm
To be honest, I don't know where fuck I am
Hungover, but TGIF
My girlfriend seems more mad than when I left
But I'm a spend the rest of the day with her
Until it comes time for last night to re occur
And when I go out, I forget her name
She's just a girl, they're all the same
It's just sex, there's no regrets
I mean every word of what I drunk text
So if you're just looking for a one night stand
Then I promise, girl, you're talking to the right man
And you'll probably remember that you fucked a star
But I know I won't remember who the hell you are

Chorus

Bridge
I've got too many thoughts trapped in my head
But living this way, I'll end up dead
And I should be good to my girlfriend
But man I just get weaker every weekend