Lyrics:
Bulletproof tun good mesh marina
Dis Saturday night yuh must mek Sunday gleana
If mi go jail mi no get court subpoena
Which pussy ago come ah court pon a man
head
And said it's a shame
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth
Spin
Sleep with my eyes at post
So diablo won't be hostin the game of life
The knife sits by throats of the young
And blows death straight through the lungs
dragged out, Saturday night
You know what to do
Take a bite and power through
Life is messy, stakes are high
Don't blink, it'll all go by
I go from seven,
Strong and secure, ain't a stress or a care
Just us I'm at peace anywhere on a Saturday morn
I know that I've prayed for you
So I wanna spend my days with
folks party
Its a black folks party
Yeen never partied to you hit a black folks party
Now we all fed now we all turnt up
Surrounded by my people so you
It's just a thing with you
A spacious place
Infinite
Dangerous
Promising
Black with white
This night
Years of tears, emotion
Held like
Sunday morning
You’ll be my Saturday night
And If I am the sunset
You are my rosy sky
02/14th you are the kiss
That if not there I sure would miss
I
black music on my waist
Make me put it to your ear
And get that b-b-b-b bass
Bluka bluka to ya face, closed casket
Mama can't remember shit but last
Saturday Afternoon
Kung-fu Theater!
Mommy
It's Saturday Afternoon Kung-Fu Theater
What's today's special feature?
Todays' special feature is
bitch came up in a tight ass jag
She pulled right in the driveway bumpin' Clint Black
We she stepped to the ride I had to take a step back
She had long
Diana)
Annie, are you ok? Annie, are you ok?
Are you ok Annie? You've been hit by
You've been hit by a Smooth Criminal
I took my baby
To a Saturday bang
and pearly
Hair black as coal
Wouldn't trade my cajun baby
For the world's gold.
Way down yonder in the bayou country
In dear old Louisianne.
My heart's been
black
You don't go in my bathroom
WITHOUT ME
Mea culpa, culpa mea
Another sixty? My idea
And if I wake, by mistake, very dead
At least, I can say, AIN'T
said you like
I'd, hold your hand by the stand
Where they sell lemonade on a Saturday
I'll take pics at the beach where our face are our of reach
I felt
tonight
But if you're thinking about my baby
It don't matter if you're black or white
They print my message in the Saturday Sun
I had to tell them I ain't
you trash talking and crap
Or I'ma blast back at you
Like a bad flashback
Give you Rebecca Black status so
You get laughed at and tweet a "fuck you"
See-saw there's 5 Saturdays,
And I wont be happy till I've at least hit 4
It's a long day when your rolling and rocking,
And the spin isn't stopping
up watch the world go by
Ahhh ahhh
You found, feel the reason
Black clouds are filling up my sky,
Ahhh ahhh yeahhhhh
Am I the fool, am I a victim?
I'd
was on fire.
It was too much, the diagnosis gave you the answers.
There is a severe illness Rebecca you've got it…
You have just two years left.
You
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Ohh she say make I go down
Heart racing zero to sixty like in a Tesla
She expose her Flesh ah
I put pressure right by her dresser
tonight
But if you're thinkin'
About my baby
It don't matter if you're
Black or white
They print my message
In the saturday sun
I had to tell
wealth to distribute like a picture
In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you
Spoil our existence by extreme gift to population
Father
yer clouded by the bullshit
All of the time
Loving, on a Saturday night, making love under a blanket
With the telly on loud
You want to show her
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