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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lainey Wilson
Lainey Wilson
Vocals
Jay Joyce
Jay Joyce
Keyboards
Fred Eltringham
Fred Eltringham
Drums
Rob McNelley
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Billy Justineau
Billy Justineau
Keyboards
JoAnna Janet
JoAnna Janet
Background Vocals
Joel King
Joel King
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lainey Wilson
Lainey Wilson
Songwriter
Nicolette Hayford
Nicolette Hayford
Songwriter
Faren Rachels
Faren Rachels
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Joyce
Jay Joyce
Producer
Jason Hall
Jason Hall
Mixing Engineer
Jimmy Mansfield
Jimmy Mansfield
Assistant Engineer
Josh Groppel
Josh Groppel
Engineer
Jaxon Hargrove
Jaxon Hargrove
Assistant Engineer
Court Blankenship
Court Blankenship
Assistant Producer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Pull out them "Get me some" jeans out the closet
Put on that "I still got it" lipstick shade
Take a "Get me there" shot in the kitchen
Tell my friends that I'm fixing to head that way
[Verse 2]
Everybody wants somebody on the weekend
A go sit at a bar have a drink with
A neon bad decision they could leave with
And I'd be lying if I said that I didn't
Yeah, I didn't
Wish that Friday
Wasn't just another way to say lonely
And Sunday morning didn't dawn on me
That I'm hungover from the weak-end
Yeah, the weak end of a heartache
A permanent case of the Mondays
Maybe I'll get over you one day, someday
[Verse 3]
Well, that third round of double whiskey's burning
He's flirting and it's working, and I'm drunk
And I don't smoke but he's got a lighter
And if a Marlboro light will start a fire, I'll let him light it up
[Verse 4]
Everybody wants somebody on the weekend
A go sit at a bar have a drink with
A neon bad decision they could leave with
And I'd be lying if I said that I didn't
Yeah, I didn't
Wish that Friday
Wasn't just another way to say lonely
And Sunday morning didn't dawn on me
That I'm hungover from the weak-end
Yeah, the weak end of a heartache
A permanent case of the Mondays
Maybe I'll get over you one day, someday, yeah
[Verse 5]
Everybody wants somebody on the weekend
A go sit at a bar just like we did
A neon dive off the deep in
And I'd be lying if I said that I didn't
Yeah, I didn't
Wish Friday
Wasn't just another way to say lonely
And Sunday morning didn't dawn on me
That I'm hungover from the weak-end
Of a heartache
A permanent case of the Mondays
Maybe I'll get over you one day, someday
Someday
Written by: Faren Rachels, Lainey Wilson, Nicolette Hayford
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