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Correct Saturday Nights Lyrics
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Correct Saturday Nights
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[Intro: Daughter] I'll wrap up my bones And leave them out of this home Out on the road [Chorus: Justin Stone] My mind gets stressed My, my, my, my mind gets stressed Fuck those Saturday nights, yeah My mind gets stressed My, my, my, my mind gets stressed Fuck those Saturday nights, yeah [Verse 1: Justin Stone] I miss you when you're sober, hate it when you drink You say you almost love me but can't give it up for me Fuck that bottle, you know I hate getting texts Saying, "Sorry, I fucked up tonight, got with my ex." And I'm half the world away, but damn it, I'm still staying loyal And I could have like any girl, but for you I ignored them 'Fore you I'm a fiend, for me that shit ain't normal Cut off every girl that's on my roster and now I'm feeling dumb Should've known this would've happened Should've known you were the same 'Cause every girl I've dated I thought I could fucking change But I'm just foolish as you take one to the brain Hope you think of me every time he tries to say your name, yeah That boy's a pussy, alway trying to get you turned And when your inhibitions go, I'm the one you heard I hate to say it, I just miss you when you're gone Put that bottle down, even if it's only for that song, yeah [Chorus: Justin Stone] My mind gets stressed My, my, my, my mind gets stressed Fuck those Saturday nights (yeah) My mind gets stressed My, my, my, my mind gets stressed Fuck those Saturday nights, yeah My mind gets stressed My, my, my, my mind gets stressed Fuck those Saturday nights, yeah My mind gets stressed My, my, my, my mind gets stressed Fuck those Saturday nights Fuck those Saturday nights Fuck those Saturday nights [Verse 2: Jutes] I've read your book of love, you must think that you're slick I think you need advice, but I'm not giving in No, no, I'm not giving in All your friends know I tried, so baby let me live I'm looking at your Instagram, you been acting different Sleeping with all the photographers that are taking your pictures You lost every single friend you had when I was with ya You traded gold for silver, girl, think of me when you kiss him Sometimes I wanna tell you wait up, but then I don't When I needed you to call, you were off the Patrón I hope the city treats you right, yeah It gives you everything you like, yeah Fuck them Saturday nights [Chorus: Justin Stone & Jutes] My mind gets stressed My, my, my, my mind gets stressed Fuck those Saturday nights Fucking Saturday Nights Yeah, my mind gets stressed My, my, my, my mind gets stressed Fuck those Saturday nights Fucking Saturday Nights Fuck those Saturday nights Saturday Nights Fuck those Saturday nights [Outro: Justin Stone & Jutes] And my mind gets stressed, thinking 'bout the past Fuck those Saturday nights And the time we spent, thinking 'bout what we had Fuck those Saturday nights Fu-fucking Saturday nights
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