Saturday Night (Feel The Groove)

Saturday Night (Feel The Groove) - Brando/Ninetails

Lyrics by：Marlon L McClain ll

Composed by：Marlon L McClain ll/Fridolin Walcher/Ryan Bickley/Fabian Graetz

Let's talk about real

Ten shots down in my feels

You're a twelve course meal

And it's 3 AM in these hills

We're going steady but

Your lover keep dming 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

Let's talk about sounds

Make our way to your house

One sip and we bounce

'Cause I'm tripping on verb and your nouns

We're going steady but

Your lover keep dming 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