| Hey Saturday night
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| Entice us with the future
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| Say our destiny’s a shopping mall, but we gon' be the looters
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| Tell us that this feeling can’t be captured by computers
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| And this chapter won’t conclude us, we gon' get back all the gouda
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| Hey Saturday night, put it right under our tongues
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| And shotgun kiss streetlights into our lungs
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| Yell out «fuck the cover charge, we gon' get in with no funds»
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| Swindle us some shots o rum
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| Get our felonies expunged
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| Hey Saturday night, fill our bodies with the wind
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| And watch which direction you pointin' that pistol in
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| The hair raised on my skin, the grin used to contend
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| The gin goes to my lips, you whisper we will win
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| Hey Saturday night, you mix the weed with the neon
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| We bouts to make a moment that’s gon' lead into eons
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| Sing along make us believe we are phenoms
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| Tag it on the wall 'cause it’s a screed we can lean on
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| Hey Saturday night
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| Hey Saturday night
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| Hey Saturday night, please be the chaos choreographer
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| 'Cause Sunday morning is the court stenographer
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| You and the moon can’t be my only interlocutor
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| I’m lookin' fly and you especially who I rock it for
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| Hey Saturday night, I’ma follow yo infinity
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| Lust, revolution, and love—the holy trinity
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| What it was, is, and what it’s finna be
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| We got the capability, we got the connectivity
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| Hey Saturday night, your air tastes electric
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| That can’t be measured in pounds, stones, or metrics
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| I’m interested in vertical symmetrics
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| I’m givin' all of humanity a wet kiss
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| Hey Saturday night, you’re like a freedom sneak preview
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| Like we all got the beach house with the sea view
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| You say to ride into a future that’s illegal
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| Hurry up, we ready, we gon' leave you
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| Hey Saturday night
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| Hey Saturday night
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| Hey Saturday night |