Lyrics:
When you walk into the room, the lights seem to get brighter
We decide to kill the lights, and hang by the midnight fire
If you're thinking, what I'm
an answer
I was wondering if you were coming
I was wondering if you were coming
It's Saturday night the spot is jumping
So I was wondering if you were coming
I'll make you breakfast in bed this time don't worry I got it
Roll us a little one rest your head it's Sunday morning
I know you like to freak
Boy, ask a whistle punk, I don't know
Well, you work in the woods from morning 'til night
You laugh and sing and you cuss and fight
On Saturday night
hime gently.
'Wake up little one, wake up'.
Saturday morning. So he'd get up, dress himself, put his shoes on and leave the house without breakfast.
Saturday morning and it's time to go
One day these could be the days but who could have known
Loading in the back of a pickup truck
Riding with
could fuck you by dawn keep it going till the sun up
I'm going, I'm going
You gone be screaming and moaning
From the dusk to the morning
We'll be
On the porch, on the porch
Smokin' reefa
Hm yeah
I woke up early Saturday morning sick off Rhemy and brews
Wit a hang over from blues
Hurl
but hoping,
That this one might not be like all the others,
So you keep sitting by your phone,
Bored.
Saturday night,
Friends in the dark,
I am so sick
and wait around
We gotta hit the town
Drink em down
Find the light and chase the sound
Get our feet running by the time they hit the ground
In the morning
the morning
Carried away by the moonlight shadow
As I watched your vision forming
Carried away by the moonlight shadow
Stars move slowly in a silvery night
Far
the morning
Carried away by the moonlight shadow
As I watched your vision forming
Carried away by the moonlight shadow
Stars move slowly in a silvery night
Far
the morning
Carried away by the moonlight shadow
As I watched your vision forming
Carried away by the moonlight shadow
Stars move slowly in a silvery night
Far
black and white
It's a long long way from wrong to right
From Sunday morning to Saturday night
Everybody just wants to get high
Sit and watch
Check this out, Cool DJ Red Alert
With my man, Q-Tip
In the morning, woke up from sexual pleasures
Looked at her sexual partner
Who acquainted
cinema, where masterpieces start
Goonies on an adventure, seeking the unknown
In the reel of the past, where seeds were sown
In the Saturday morning
Saturday
When people think
That they might see
The next chapter of their destiny
And on Monday morning comes around
Get the work done but I listen for
the kitchen
So just for fun, ol' Scarface shot Little Melvin down
Early next morning, down by the river
They say, old Scarface was found real short of breath
Destroy another piece of the others
Master mind of Saturday nights
Desperated to get what you want
Go to the club now, back in the morning
Remember
Ummm, don't get too close, nigga, need to back away, they see the hustle, nigga, Anne Hathaway
And them bags come in in the morning, on Saturday, how
Fire in your eyes is so mesmerizing
Nights flash into Saturday mornings
Fire in her eyes is so hypnotizing
Time goes by like a painful emotion
Stuck
It is true
what they say about New York City
The bridges of Manhattan
and yellow cabs
Slow, cold, lazy Saturday mornings
I see gentle snow flakes
bottle by bottle
Hallowed we stand and watch this parade
Saturday morning down to the graves
Oh, somebody save us somebody stand up
It's carried away
Friday night Saturday morning
Realizing we just gotta sit back and enjoy it
It's written in the stars we already chosen
Double A flow we just keep it going
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