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