Saturday Night - Dylan Matthew, Marcus James

I called you

To tell you that I’m better off

And I’m fine without you

But truth is I’m not

And I know

That every time

That you see my name

You go insane

It’s my fault

Been thinking we couldn’t

Go wrong and it’s true

Don’t know what you got till it’s gone

Do you think

That we could go back,

To the way it was,

Get back to us?

I still remember us

Driving down the five-lane

Tryna get to L.A.

On a Saturday night

And you’d always steal my phone

'Cause you had to be the DJ

But, no, I didn’t mind it

I don’t know

What you had in mind

When you came and you said

You just wanna talk

Well, I know

It’s hard but you don’t

Need to get this drunk

You told me

That you’ll never stop being

In love and you tried

But couldn’t give me up

The next day

You said that you lied, oh

But drunken talks

Are sober thoughts

I still remember us

Driving down the five-lane

Tryna get to L.A.

On a Saturday night

And you’d always steal my phone

'Cause you had to be the DJ

But, no, I didn’t mind it

And now I want it back

Is that too much to ask?

Just to have your feet up on my dash

I still remember us

Driving down the five-lane

Tryna get to L.A.

Oh, on a Saturday night

If you didn’t want this

Then why did you come here?

I know that you miss me

I miss you, it’s so clear

It’s all in the past, babe

It’s a dffierent story

And now I got one thing I need to do

I’ll pick you up

And we’ll drive right down the five-lane

Try get to L.A.

On a Saturday night

And I’ll let you steal my phone

'Cause you have to be the DJ

But, no, I don’t mind it

And now I got it back

No more living the past

'Cause I got your feet up on my dash

I love when we’re

Driving down the five-lane

Tryna get to L.A.

Oh, on a Saturday night