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Lucky Boys Confusion Throwing The Game Saturday Night As usual Im late, whats the difference I see the same faces My attitude is plain, just the same as the vibe in this place is Im shaking hands and smiling, lying, about where Ive been lately The tensions multiplying and Im dying to leave Its Saturday night and the partys crawling Did you hear the ringing the bottles calling Week after week this is where Im ending up Its Saturday night Im already stumbling Some guys are outside being loud and rumbling Third weekend in a row that weve broken up Im quickly loosing interest I really hope I find it This room is like a bottle its never full enough These rumors start to fly, spreading lies which alcohol induces Im sick and tired of waiting, your out of beer and Im out of excuses Are you checking what youre starting, I beg your pardon What to do you got up your sleeve The queen of melodrama and Im dying to leave I got dem disease of overanylization Its making hard to hold a conversation People step, expecting proclamations But Im saying it, but Im saying it with an exclamation This aint my scene and its Saturday night Im going to the reggae bar they got it going on Dont believe rumors youve heard Till you see me dropping the word, right Its Saturday night and the bottles calling |
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