Chris McClenney - Saturday blues (despicable me) lyrics

[Verse 1] Saturday blues, despicable me No wifi, or trash TV Oh, father time look how you've raised me The last hours feel like eternity No company, just me and 12 Yuenglings I make friends with the salt & pepper shakers & the dark ceiling Spin cycle on repeat, my REM cycle on retreat Six J's beneath me, my hope deceased in finding meaning... In this night [?] [Verse 2] And shoot the sh** with delivery It's the least I could do, I'm more decent with you Cinderellas is slippery I got that terabyte memory, so Imma just keep it century And let you bob your heads like Kennedy (Hit a solo with it) I've been changing no I've been changing no, no, no, no, no I can't help it, I just- I just can't help it no I can't help it, I can't help it no, no, no, no, no Stone cold and it gets me feeling no, no, no Don't- Just don't think too bad of me Don't think too bad of me Please don't think too bad of me no, no, no, no, no, no, no Streetlights take me home, streetlights take me home Streetlights take me home, streetlights take me home Streetlights take me home, streetlights take me home, Streetlights take me home Father god take me home, father god take me home Father god take me home, father god...