Saturday, Saturday, S-S-S-Saturday, Saturday x2 I got my cup filled up, all the way to the brim, brim, brim, brim Black on black Cadillac with the custom
What's the worst thing that could happen to you? Take a chance tonight and try something new You're gettin' boring, you're, oh, so boring And I don't
Get another boyfriend Backstreet Check it Hey hey hey, yeah Let's talk about one baby You gotta hear me out Think you really wanna be the last to know
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Ow, hey, tell me what you're gonna do about that Tell me what you're gonna do I got to know about that Is your love for real? Do you know how I feel?
Tyrese Sole Bring it to 'em Now what you like? What you want? Make your move I'm feelin' lady She gotta lotta What I wanna To get up on it It's gettin
When I'm with him my bodies weaker, fall deeper One word and I'm already shaken He's like a message in a bottle Sent from him, just for me, ay, ay It
This party isn't working, oh no Yeah, we need to find days like we used to Livin' off a shoe string Never, never knew what the night would bring Now
I like my music loud close my eyes and see a crowd day dreamin' on my bed neon lights in my head Cinderella on my TV video games killin' me posters of
Every which way but the right way Yeah, yeah, yeah (You keep on doing me) Every which way but the right way Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (You keep keep doing
She says that love Can turn friends into fools Make 'em easy prey Yeah, well, I feel like bending her rules I don't want to deceive her Want to make
Which way is up in fact where am i I think I made a little dough and they say I'm fly But am i? am i? "yeah" I'm I'm so fly why do I wear
Let me start by sayin' I still love you But when you were gone I met somebody I don't know, I don't know what to do Which one? I never meant to be in
They fight, they fight, they fight, they fight Get low, get low, get low, get low They shoot, they shoot, they shoot, they shoot Get low, get low, get
Yeah Oh, God, the sound Rippin' up this town It's bad, it's round Yeah, here we go It's bad, it's round Bouncin' all around Jump, jump Yeah, here we
The shade of an ice pick sinking into flesh Sex-n-sex-n-sex-n-death I don't want you I want your flesh Close my eyes and dream of death Slip away and
I've been cool for far too long Just a matter of time before I break I took more shit than I wanted to take You can't look me in the eyes Somethings gone
Which way you gonna go To the left or to the right Gonna go up gonna go down I ain't got no clue tonight Which way you gonna run To the east or to the