Lyrics:
Sick of missing out on
Something we can count on
Like Saturday cartoons
Saturday Cartoons
Hopping on the couch
Mom's cooking got the best sound
Slow down on Monday
Not a sound on Wednesday, yeah
Might get loud (ayy) on Friday
But on Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
We paint the town
Lose
INFOMERCIALS FOR LOVE
And buy all of their trust
Proverbial pants
Don't let this heart pollute you
Cross your legs and hope to die, 'cause
Saturday night was
I'm losing friends, I'm losing face, I'm losing weight
So get your things out of my place on Saturday
On Saturday, on Saturday, on Saturday
I can't
Wednesday I get money (Count up), Thursday I get money (Whip)
Friday I get money (Yeah), Saturday I get money (Jugg)
Sunday I get money, I'm really doin'
can count on that
This ain't a game, and you know your boy
Don't care about your solider story
You all about glitz and glory
Ain't really 'round when
intact
I can lose you no evac
You the one ain't losing track
1 2 3 Count on me baby Yeah I got your back
I said Count on me baby Yeah I got your back
Cuz I
on a Saturday
It all started before I woke up
Broke as fuck, down on my luck
And this shit sucks, homie, in the worst way
Ain't nothin' worse then being broke
Electro wave.
Do you still feel like your life's a Saturday night?
Do you still feel like there's someone losing your sight.
Electro wave.
You count
today
Another fuckin' Saturday
I can't get away, I can't give all my love away
Losing all my money aye, spent it on a rainy day
Focus on what matters I
can cure my abuse
Say nothing I hold this in for my own use
I'm going, going so we can cure my abuse of you
Saturday Sunday Saturday Sunday
(Oh
I count bands
I count bands
Funds
I count bands
We making a bag today (Bag today)
I count bands
We making a bag today
Bag today
Bag today
Ah-Ha
How
but what I do know is, life don't make sense
If you can't pay rent, so I place my bet
What got you shook on this Saturday?
I take my L and I hold
fucking die
This isn't a modern day Bonnie and Clyde
She said it was a solo ride
I'ma count it up, count it up, ay
I'ma count it up, count it up, ay
I'ma
I count another stream
Saturday night live with certified
I came to the club with my guys you know the tides
Baddest bitch on my hip you the vibes
We
Rooster Hill
By Ronnie Rogers
Last Saturday night on rooster hill
I lost 4 one hundred dollar bills
Came home with my champion cock cut all
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di posse, Fugee comin'
I don’t know what I’m doing with my time again
I’m just wasting away a Saturday night, again
Overthinking, losing sleep and tryna think of
Who I am
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di posse, Fugee comin'
fine
They don't know how much
I missed her Saturday night
They think that I'm the life of this whole bar
But if she walked in my act would fall
losing your way
I say you worry too much, yeah
Baby, just calm down, I'll show you around town
This is where we used to bathe, yeah
Light it in
and winning no time for the losing
Don't count me out I just been making my moves and making the music
Don't count me out focused on winning and winning no time
losing they mind (Ok)
Doors up on my ride (Yeah)
Car look like its flying (Bet)
Diamonds on me they shine (Now what)
Bitches losing they mind (I got)
On a saturday night like this
You're gorgeous tonight
And I'm losing it
Feeling the loving glow
If this party dies
Then I'm fine with it
Can't wait 'till you
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