Lyric Saturday Night

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