Justin Stone, Jutes - Saturday Nights lyrics

I'll wrap up my bones
And leave them out of this home
Out on the road

My mind gets stressed
My, my, my, my mind gets stressed
Fuck those Saturday nights, yeah
My mind gets stressed
My, my, my, my mind gets stressed
Fuck those Saturday nights, yeah


I miss you when you're sober
Hate it when you drink
You say you almost love me but
Can't give it up for me fuck that bottle
You know I hate getting texts
Saying, "Sorry, I fucked up tonight
Got with my ex"
And I'm half the world away, but damn it
I'm still staying loyal
And I could have like any girl
But for you I ignored them
'Fore you I'm a fiend
For me that shit ain't normal
Cut off every girl that's on my
Roster and now I'm feeling dumb
Should've known this would've happened
Should've known you were the same
'Cause every girl I've dated I
Thought I could fucking change
But I'm just foolish as you
Take one to the brain
Hope you think of me every time
He tries to say your name, yeah
That boy's a pussy
Alway trying to get you turned
And when your inhibitions go
I'm the one you hurt i hate to say it
I just miss you when you're gone
Put that bottle down, even if
It's only for that song, yeah

My mind gets stressed
My, my, my, my mind gets stressed
Fuck those Saturday nights (yeah)
My mind gets stressed
My, my, my, my mind gets stressed
Fuck those Saturday nights, yeah
My mind gets stressed
My, my, my, my mind gets stressed
Fuck those Saturday nights, yeah
My mind gets stressed
My, my, my, my mind gets stressed
Fuck those Saturday nights
Fuck those Saturday nights
Fuck those Saturday nights


I've read your book of love
You must think that you're slick
I think you need advice
But I'm not giving in
No, no, I'm not giving in
All your friends know I tried
So baby let me live
I'm looking at your Instagram
You been acting different
Sleeping with all the photographers that
Are taking your pictures
You lost every single friend you had
When I was with ya
You traded gold for silver, girl
Think of me when you kiss him
Sometimes I wanna tell you wait up
But then I don't when I needed you to call
You were off the Patrón
I hope the city treats you right, yeah
It gives you everything you like, yeah
Fuck them Saturday nights

My mind gets stressed
My, my, my, my mind gets stressed
Fuck those Saturday nights
Fucking Saturday Nights
Yeah, my mind gets stressed
My, my, my, my mind gets stressed
Fuck those Saturday nights
Fucking Saturday Nights
Fuck those Saturday nights saturday Nights
Fuck those Saturday nights

And my mind gets stressed
Thinking 'bout the past
Fuck those Saturday nights
And the time we spent
Thinking 'bout what we had
Fuck those Saturday nights
Fu-fucking Saturday nights