Lyrics:
stadiums
We would get out if we knew just how with the radio on
Standing in line to get my self-help book signed off
On by the reverend who shouts
stadiums
We would get out if we knew just how with the radio on
Standing in line to get my self-help book signed off
On by the reverend who shouts
One of those Smoky Mountain days, need a
Sweatshirt in the mornin', you'll be
Ditching it by the afternoon
Puts me right back in a place, with my
town and try to slow the dough down
You must be casket-bound
'Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
Nigga
I sign my name on the book
town and try to slow the dough down
You must be casket-bound
'Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
Nigga
I sign my name on the book
sense, I'm a dollar short and a day late
James Holmes at the Saturday Batman matinee
Must have missed my CAT scan that day
I just threw a Tampax at Dre
Well, let me sing of the losers who lie
In the street as the last bus goes by
The pavements ar empty, the gutters run red while the fool toasts his god
as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red
while the fool toasts his god in the sky.
So come all ye young men who are building
Mhm, fuck, yeah
Met you on a Saturday, knew it was somethin' soon as you spoke it
Eye-fuckin' across the table, don't think anybody noticed
You
to an attack of Gout
He really dare not venture out
On Saturday to dine.
His Excellency regrets
That owing to doctor's orders he
Cannot attend the Mission
I've been born again
I'm a brand new man (kind of brand new)
I've been born again
Saturday night in the city
Parties on every block
It's
stadiums
We would get out if we knew just how with the radio on
Standing in line to get my self-help book signed off
On by the reverend who shouts
Laying on the couch with all your books stacked on high
The boots on the coffee table and feet on your mind
Should you go to the supermarket
me
I'm by myself all alone and nearly
On the verge of breaking down
Like every single track and this very instrumental that was meant to make
Or Perry Mason paddleboarding on a public beach
Close my curtains when I'm changing never wanna let the public see
Straight chilling, a Saturday morning
getting caught
I'm getting good at getting lost these days
No time for daydreams in the moonlight
I'm bewildered by the books that began
When I stumbled
My dear friend Frankie called me on Saturday afternoon
He offered a dinner party for Saturday morning
The sort of thing you'd find in the sub plot
If love was a book imma read between the lines
Now i'm in love with the way that ya waist finna wine
Freaky little dime you so bright when you shine
don't have a job by the time you're 30.
I smoked pot. I carry, I smoke pot. Oh yeah. Now I don't. I take gummies to wind down because you see I'm amped
a hundred K
That's a honey bun
Meet me at the clearway
Fade To the honeycomb on a sat phone
On roam like it's Saturday
Brussels then Rome by Saturday
Muscles
kids
A simple life but I'm satisfied
It's a rainy day
A Saturday for my family
I glanced at a black-robed man dragging
a heavy chained black book outside
Everybody knows the real struggle of keeping your head up high
And if you find yourself living by the book, Man, you might not ever survive
Tell me
Regular day, Monday morning
Wish I could go on sleeping
Light cuts through the curtains
Day I thought would never come
Saturday took my heart
Left
I've been born again
I'm a brand new man (kind of brand new)
I've been born again
Saturday night in the city
Parties on every block
It's
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