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all I'm sayin's that

Yeah i know this record is wack
It's like I'm having flashbacks
Of a Rebecca Black

A person popular or not will come to Youtube

I shoudn’t have been killed on that Saturday night,
but my time came by.
As the hourglass went mad, I felt the weight of my days
liftin’ off my back.

You know In the game of sinners and saints
If you're one than the other you ain't
I've lived the black and lived the white
But now all I got left is

Live out the slum got what you want
Moving like Saturday
We never had love we on the run
Hope we don't pass away
Drug, drugs reup
Baking soda whip up 100

away
Live out the slum got what you want 
Moving like Saturday 
We never had love you ain't give a fuck 
Now fuck what the pastor say

Drug, drugs reup

Lady in the Jaguar

Boondox

The Harvest

2006

on some swag
When this 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

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 them I ain't

sipping on maitais
Now I'm taking more shots than a drive by
Everyone got vices, tell me if you can find mine
I remember having you, now I'm sipping Absolut

Pull up all black feeling like I'm lady Gaga
Squad gun you down bitch I feel like nobunaga 
Sipping on sum got me feeling blissful
Nonstop hits call

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

gonna suck me up like vacuum by 222night
Let me be your chiropractor, re-arrange your spine
It's freaky friday
Sin on Saturday
Sunday repent 222 God

Tryna fuck backstage
Oiled up foreplay
1st base to 4th base
Tropical punch Koolaid
Zooted up on a Saturday
Scream fuck 12 and stand by it, I won't deny it

Happened 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

out
Fast and Furious flames
You'll get the word out
You heard about what we about
From the horse or by word of mouth
Turn it out without a doubt
No fear

moan

Step by step we walks so cool
Stares no more than he used to do
Saturday night I just got paid
Get back home he acts so strange
Cat moan
Cat moan

Corn On The Curb

Wiley

Konnichiwa

2016

I broke down a few more barricades
Got me a few more accolades
Used to look forward to the weekend
Now every day's like Saturday
Surrounded by

knife, winning a polygamous penguin fight
Sunday, Monday, Saturday, soup's prepared for the holiday
Climbing up the scaffolding, clinging to metallic sting

Every Saturday 
I wait for the footfalls 
In the hall
Mother Mary at the wings
And the ocean is upon us

Still, I still run away
Out here

but it'll be real soon
Going down the road by the light of the moon
Going to the city to see Zip Coon
Going to the city to see Zip Coon

Hip Zip Coon

bowling
And how many grits, how many licks would it require
Until my lips are getting tired
Grips are getting wider by the nanosecond
Looking panoramic

and say 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 me down

own business
someone knocked on the door the teacher said who is it
this girl walked in my imigination ran wild
she stole my heart just by the way that

Don't follow the rules you live by
I'm on different route bitch bye 

I'ma young dream chaser 
Shout to my haters
Because they still love us
Keepin' it

a cypher on a Saturday, call that a Black Sabbath
'Stead of Black love, it's black mask and black gloves
For the Black masses, throw heat at us like bad