Saturday Nights Justin Stone (Ft. Jutes)

[Intro: Daughter]
I'll wrap up my bones
And leave them out of this home
Out on the road

[Chorus: Justin Stone]
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

[Verse 1: Justin Stone]
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