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