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halfway through crying. But she don't live here by herself. Sleeping in the bed she's made, reading books about self help, working late on Saturdays. Unless
love
Half of the time halfway through crying (ooh, ahh, ooh, ahh)
She don't live here by herself
Sleeping in the bed she's made
Reading books about self
the other night
My stomach had them butterfly's and it was gettin' tight
I started feelin' like maybe it was just part of life
But sadly I would just realize
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What a girl to take to the movies
What a film I've gotta see
To a country I've never been to
Drink some red wine by the sea
What a pattern
Are we live? Good did you plug the book? No?
You're fired! Get out!
Now, let's educate some people
Welcome back, thanks for joining me today
Here
through the night
Slippin' and slidin' and holding me tight
Well, here it comes again, another Saturday night
Pour another drink I hope I make it home
Dressed up, Saturday night,
Headed out just to see the lights.
Revved up, ready to go,
I'll take you to your favorite show.
Messed up, said
was real, she looked at me,
So I said, “Where do you want to go?”
She said, “I live by the sea”,
She was real, I swear she was real …
Well I ain't
What's the difference from a Saturday night
Where the light spreads dark around the drunk hearts
In their headless hallways where bodies are put
the time, yeah
It's got a video of my mom and dad back home on Saturday night
You know that I'm there
Kids believed to be a sin
Pop says something
to
Nonsensical ears. I fear why I desire. I understand how this all works and yet I'm still fixated.
Saturday nights are just the start, a day or two into
on her like Saturday Night Live then take a bow
Like Kein and Thompson, I don't believe in nonsense
I don't got no felonies in my record, I just got
do tonight - shit
Like she don't know where I'm gonna be tonight
The same place I'm every friday and saturday night
Jack's place - can't wait to get my
to live
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But when you think that
You got stuff that everyone wants
But you don’t really know
But when you say that
You’re hot but you’re just
dead body (Mudboy!)
I mean I definitely want some sounds gonna fuck niggas up
You mothafuckin' doin' it by, you know in situations and what's happenin'
him up
like he would his own son
and he gave me a ring
that was worn by his mother
and he takes me out dancin
every saturday nite.
and hey Charley I
turned into snitches cause what them bitches was snitching got you no longer living. So now it's uptown Saturday night, assault and battery had to be how
of the time halfway through crying (ooh, ahh, ooh, ahh)
She don't live here by herself
Sleeping in the bed she's made
Reading books about self help
Working
that he'll raise him up
Like he would his own son
And he gave me a ring
That was worn by his mother
And he takes me out dancin
Every Saturday night
I sat up on a satellite last Saturday night
Beefin with a space rapper till we BATTLE FOR MICS
I can think about you makin shatter platinum and ice
the ground
As well as several bullet holes in the victim's home
Then Saturday evening, a woman told police her car was hit
By bullets on Witsell Street
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Well I'm always slipped to my best ole jeans I love to eat them beans
Why super hillbilly he lives in luxury
I ain't no groovier guy by heck
girl as fly as Saturdays
And every time she smiled my way like honey to me
I would hold my heart as well as my hopes back
For fear of how she would have
dont even trip you`ll even watch my kids
and bout the sex its oh so groovy
lets live happily ever after
like they do in the movies
This is for my
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