Saturday Night (Feel the Groove)

Текст песни Brando - Saturday Night (Feel the Groove)

Yeah, let's talk about real
Ten shots down in my feels, yeah
You're a 12 course meal
And it's 3 a.m. in these hills

We're going steady, but your lover keeps DM'ing ya
I don't mean to be petty, but I doubt that they can handle ya
I will not bend if you make it last
Down stormy ends in my 'Sace flats
Seeing you here through the looking glass
I want you so bad

I'm dripping all black, seeking on a Saturday night
Looking for your bright sequin and the thrill of a fight
I hope it's not too late to pump this place
In all black, seeking on a Saturday night

Yeah, let's talk about sounds
Make our way to your house, yeah
One sip and we bounce
'Cause I'm tripping on verb and your nouns

We're going steady, but your lover keeps DM'ing ya
I don't mean to be petty, but I doubt that they can handle ya
I will not bend if you make it last
Down stormy ends in my 'Sace flats
Seeing you here through the looking glass
I want you so bad

I'm dripping all black, seeking on a Saturday night
Looking for your bright sequin and the thrill of a fight
I hope it's not too late to pump this place
In all black, seeking on a Saturday night

I'm dripping all black, seeking on a Saturday night
Looking for your bright sequin and the thrill of a fight
I hope it's not too late to pump this place
In all black, seeking on a Saturday night