Hey Saturday Night - The Coup, Tune-Yards

Hey Saturday night

Entice us with the future

Say our destiny’s a shopping mall, but we gon' be the looters

Tell us that this feeling can’t be captured by computers

And this chapter won’t conclude us, we gon' get back all the gouda

Hey Saturday night, put it right under our tongues

And shotgun kiss streetlights into our lungs

Yell out «fuck the cover charge, we gon' get in with no funds»

Swindle us some shots o rum

Get our felonies expunged

Hey Saturday night, fill our bodies with the wind

And watch which direction you pointin' that pistol in

The hair raised on my skin, the grin used to contend

The gin goes to my lips, you whisper we will win

Hey Saturday night, you mix the weed with the neon

We bouts to make a moment that’s gon' lead into eons

Sing along make us believe we are phenoms

Tag it on the wall 'cause it’s a screed we can lean on

Hey Saturday night

Hey Saturday night

Hey Saturday night, please be the chaos choreographer

'Cause Sunday morning is the court stenographer

You and the moon can’t be my only interlocutor

I’m lookin' fly and you especially who I rock it for

Hey Saturday night, I’ma follow yo infinity

Lust, revolution, and love—the holy trinity

What it was, is, and what it’s finna be

We got the capability, we got the connectivity

Hey Saturday night, your air tastes electric

That can’t be measured in pounds, stones, or metrics

I’m interested in vertical symmetrics

I’m givin' all of humanity a wet kiss

Hey Saturday night, you’re like a freedom sneak preview

Like we all got the beach house with the sea view

You say to ride into a future that’s illegal

Hurry up, we ready, we gon' leave you

Hey Saturday night

Hey Saturday night

Hey Saturday night