Lyrics:
and join me just for one round
Somehow I'ma try to skip this come down
See every damn night
We do the same things
Same shit, different toilet
Same people,
running here
Saturday night
On Riverside Street in a white house full of drunken teenagers
There was a fire in the house, apparently caused by hot bitches
allusion
Your tricks won't get me and I guess I proved it
Saturday, night is thriving
Sunday, night we end up fighting
Monday, I give you your time then
(Lemme tell you what I did. what did you do?)
I went to a party last Saturday night,
I didn't get laid I got in a fight
Uh huh, it ain't no big thing
clouded by the bullshit
All of the time
Loving, on a Saturday night, making love under a blanket
With the telly on loud
You wanna show her that you
much
TOO MUCH! TOO MUCH!
I met you on a Monday
It was Friday night
You were doin' alright cause it was Saturday night
and we were night bitches,
I went to a party last Saturday night
I didn't get laid I got in a fight uh-huh
It ain't no big thing
Late for my job and the traffic was bad
Had
I went to a party last Saturday night
I didn't get laid I got in a fight uh-huh
It ain't no big thing
Late for my job and the traffic was bad
Had
Had a feeling, I was feeling alright
But it just happened to be Saturday night
I put my lipstick on a little too bright
Then I took a deep breathe
you baby, when you're ready
Let's set this world aflame
Yeah
So kiss me in the candle light
Make love to me all night
Everything will be alright
Kiss
Bobbi the waitress
Kept bringin' us beer
We got to laughin' so hard
We both sat there in tears
I was feelin' so good
I could stay there for years
By
I face a blunt every night
Just to calm my mind down enough to feel like I'm alright
When I'm mad I'm not the same I let my demon out
Looking for some
it every night
Visions running through my mind hoping that its gonna be alright
I'm going out my mind feel like loosing up my time
Got the pressure
moonshine
Baby, if you're in the mood and you can settle for a one night rodeo
You could be my tan-legged Juliet
(I'll be your Redneck Romeo)
Baby, you
should be a retiree
I see all the fussing customers
Fighting on a Friday night
I'm working for them
I'm there to pretend
That everything's gonna be alright
an illusion
But tricks won't get me
And I guess that I'm clueless
Saturday night got us driving
Sunday night we end up fighting
Monday I give you your time
gotta go on
Show gotta go on
Show gotta go on
Show gotta go on
Show gotta go on
Show gotta go on
Already the show goes on all night
I been fighting for
one
I might just off and run, great night to dodge the sun
Yeah, I might just (I might just)
Yeah (Alright I poured out the)
Alright I poured out
boys
If you have a problem with it tell it to my face
I like girls and I like boys
I have twice the chance to get dates on Saturday nights
Oh no
and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So
This one goes out to my girl tonight
I'll sing a song for you cause the mood is right
It's 2:16 on a saturday night
My girl she is passed out,
gone be
We gone be alright
We go be alright
Baby, tell me that you lov me
Fast an' furious
You make my heart race
My heart beats for you
Tryna make up
lying in your bed on a Saturday night
you're sweatin' buckets and it's not even hot
but your brain has got the message
and it's sending it out
of Marley
But anyways, I took them hoes and parlayed
By the end of the night, they looked like two model babes
I was like, hey
Let me borrow your face
I'll
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