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As usual I`m late, what`s the difference I see the same faces

My attitude is plain, just the same as the vibe in this place is

I`m shaking hands and smiling, lying, about where I`ve been lately

The tensions multiplying and I`m dying to leave

It`s Saturday night and the party`s crawling

Did you hear the ringing it`s the bottle calling

Week after week this is where I`m ending up

It`s Saturday night I`m already stumbling

Some guys are outside being loud and rumbling

Third weekend in a row that we`ve broken up

I`m quickly loosing interest

I really hope I find it

This room is like a bottle it`s never full enough

These rumors start to fly, spreading lies which alcohol induces

I`m sick and tired of waiting, your out of beer and I`m out of excuses

Are you checking what you`re starting, I beg your pardon

What to do you got up your sleeve

The queen of melodrama and I`m dying to leave

I got dem disease of overanylization

It`s making hard to hold a conversation

People step, expecting proclamations

But I`m saying it, but I`m saying it with an exclamation

This ain`t my scene and it`s Saturday night

I`m going to the reggae bar they got it going on

Don`t believe rumors you`ve heard

Till you see me dropping the word, right

It`s Saturday night and the bottles calling

As usual I`m late, what`s the difference I see the same faces

My attitude is plain, just the same as the vibe in this place is

I`m shaking hands and smiling, lying, about where I`ve been lately

The tensions multiplying and I`m dying to leave

It`s Saturday night and the party`s crawling

Did you hear the ringing it`s the bottle calling

Week after week this is where I`m ending up

It`s Saturday night I`m already stumbling

Some guys are outside being loud and rumbling

Third weekend in a row that we`ve broken up

I`m quickly loosing interest

I really hope I find it

This room is like a bottle it`s never full enough

These rumors start to fly, spreading lies which alcohol induces

I`m sick and tired of waiting, your out of beer and I`m out of excuses

Are you checking what you`re starting, I beg your pardon

What to do you got up your sleeve

The queen of melodrama and I`m dying to leave

I got dem disease of overanylization

It`s making hard to hold a conversation

People step, expecting proclamations

But I`m saying it, but I`m saying it with an exclamation

This ain`t my scene and it`s Saturday night

I`m going to the reggae bar they got it going on

Don`t believe rumors you`ve heard

Till you see me dropping the word, right

It`s Saturday night and the bottles calling

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