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